I suppose the Los Angeles women confide in their faces.
They strew more liberty in their grace than the San Franciscans.
Their beauty is informal.
The city is enchanting.
I am pleased that I am not shown here so many a “To Let” as in Frisco.
Even the barefooted Arabs, those street sparrows, are quite a picture.
10th—I promised Mrs. Schuyler, Jr., good care of her baby for half an hour.
I carried it firm on my arms.
I jogged out to the garden.
The baby faced toward me and said: