Station just getting on a Bowling Green train. That would have taken me to the Battery. I suppose
absentmindedly I had set out for Madame Mandilip's. It gave me such a start that I almost ran out of the
station and up to the street. I think I'm acting very stupidly. I always have prided myself on my common
sense. I think I must consult Dr. Braile and see whether I'm becoming neurotic. There's no earthly reason
why I shouldn't go to see Madame Mandilip. She is most interesting and certainly showed she liked me.
It was so gracious of her to offer me that lovely doll. She must think me ungrateful and rude. And it
would please Di so. When I think of how I've been feeling about the mirror it makes me feel as childish
as Alice in Wonderland or Through the Looking Glass, rather. Mirrors or any other reflecting surfaces
make you see queer things sometimes. Probably the heat and the fragrance had a lot to do with it. I really
don't know that Madame Mandilip wasn't reflected. I was too intent upon looking at myself. It's too