Small boy comes in, and strokes me. I snap at him. I will not be every one’s plaything.
3:47 to 4:0.
Another attempt to kill rug. Would have done it this time, had not that odious Aunt Brown come in and interfered. I did not say anything, but gave her such a look, as much as to say, “I’ll do for you one day.” I think she understood.
4:0 to 5:15.
Slept.
5:15.
Awakened by bad attack of eczema.
