29 September 1913 – 5 October 1913

In London Again K---- comes in from her dancing class, nods to me, hugs her sister around the neck and says,-- "Oh! you dear thing, you've got a cold." "I shouldn't do that," I remark, green-eyed, "she's in an awful wax to-night." She: "Oh! I don't mind K----!" (Laughter!)