I had a scene with that horrible creature yesterday. It was the second week—she thought I was shamming, I know. She said she never allowed her “roomers” to get behindhand—it was her invariable rule. O God, I was so sick I could scarcely see—I did not care what she did. I told her that I had no money; that I was waiting to get some work; that I would pay her the first moment I could.
“Why don't you keep work when you get it?” she demanded. “You have been idle nearly all the whole time you've been here.”
I could not argue with her; she can turn me out when she likes.
May 24th.
I dragged myself out to-day. I feel better except for the blisters on my feet. But nothing to do! Nothing to do! Oh, I am half mad.
I thought to-day I would call upon some of my relatives. But I bit my lips together—no, I will not ever do that!
It is the ghastly heat that kills me. Yesterday was almost stifling, I thought I could not bear it. I never knew it to be so hot so early.