Long visit to hospital; all four wards. Spoke to Mrs. ——, who lost her babe in night.
Betty Lotz quite "plezierig" (cheerful); Betty Kruger (mother died few days ago in hospital), sweet little girl; languid dark brown eyes; much suffering; wonder if!
Snyman girl very low; mother there; very pathetic: quite delirious; fear!
Went to see Mrs. Welgemoed, 518; very bad; don't think she will "make it."[42]
Mrs. Hett called me in; very concerned; Annie, ten years, very ill; sweet little thing; took her some Benger's Food and milk; wine. Mother in mortal dread of seeing child sent to hospital; but what foolishness! Selfish, and altogether disastrous policy.
Saw Mr. Becker; not here yesterday; poor man; new misery; new cross; and he looks like a bit of leather already. The military contemplate taking possession of his parsonage (he has wife, four little children), and this good man has slaved ever since the Camp has been here, day after day, indefatigably, out of pure goodness and charity.[43]
Our kitchen has the woodwork of its roof finished; hope soon to see it completed; glorious anticipation; a masterpiece!
Tramping about from 1.30 to 6.30, and now exceedingly tired. Wonder how about Sunday's sermons.
Mr. Becker; funerals—nine, I believe.