Bye-bye, little girl!
San Francisco, March 1st
Civilisation again!
The first thing was to buy a cake of the best soap.
Because my hands had perfected their transformation into worthless leather while I dwelt on the hill.
What kind of soap did I use, do you suppose?
Laundry soap.
2nd—Delightful Ada!
We drove to the Cliff House, Ada to laugh at the stupid song of the seals, I to say my adieu.
Good-bye, Pacific Ocean!