24 December 1866 – 30 December 1866

Lavender Sweep. After City, a steak at the Cock, in honour of Will Waterproof — but where is now the ' plump head-waiter ' } Rail from Blackfriars ; in the train a widow telling a man of her son's death, sour-looking man opposite interposes ' I doubt if your son died a right and happy death,' and then goes out. I speak to the widow and try to take away the dismal effect of this fellow's harsh words. She tells me of her son, how good he was. After the widow got out, one woman in the carriage said to another ' we want something to cheer us up after that ' — perhaps gin. No people talk so freely as the lower class of Londoners when thrown together. Lavender Sweep. Children's party — The Terrys, Burnands, etc. Game of Post Office, I blind the people. Game of the Ring. Mistletoe. All gone. Chat by the fire.

Lavender Sweep. Goodbye. Bright spring-like day. To Kensington Square. Ned. Studio. He with me to Kensington Station and sees me off.