It may not be a flower. It is decidedly a perfume, anyhow.
31st—I have heard a sad piece of news from Mrs. Consul about Mr. Longfellow.
She says that he has ceased to be an idol of American ladies.
He has retired to a comfortable fireside to take care of school children.
Poor old poet!
Nov. 1st—American chair is too high.
Are my legs too short?
It was uncomfortable to sit erect on a chair all the time as if one were being presented before the judge.
And those corsets and shoes!
They seized me mercilessly.