Niagara Falls was a disappointment.
Uncle says I have still to learn how to be appreciative of things.
A red brick chimney by the Fall spoils the whole affair, I do think.
My uncle was cross, saying that he had eaten the toughest beef of his life.
He seized two Canadian dimes and a bogus half-dollar in an hour.
“Poor Uncle! Isn’t this Buffalo town awful?” I said.
New York, 13th
Miss Morning Glory has stepped into Greater New York, at last.
Thirteenth of March, 1900.
To-day will be the special day of my family history.