“Fold your tent like the Arabs,

And silently steal away.”

How sad!

4th—Good-bye, Mr. Parrot!

San Francisco, 5th.

I am again at Mrs. Willis’.

San Francisco!

Such miraculous San Francisco water!

I will taste bliss again in drinking the midnight water, stretching out my arm from the bed.

6th—I tied Dorothy’s hair in Nippon style.