I must see what effect I could produce with a book on my lap.
I leaped from the chair to fetch one.
My spectacles dropped from my honourable nose on to the hearthstone. My nose was exceedingly stupid.
Alas, and alas!
The spectacles were crushed to pieces.
I was broken also.
I buried my face in the pillow for some time.
Then I said: “I’m not short in my sight. I have no use for them except for fun.”
I wiped my disturbed eyes with a handkerchief. My finger felt the rude marks printed on both sides of my nose.
Dec. 1st—I bought a Louisiana lottery ticket through Annie.