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           Thiseveningwewerelikeapackofchildren,andplayed“consequences.”Itisagoodgame.

           June2.—“Consequences”againthisevening.Notquitesosuccessfulaslastnight;Gowinghavingseveraltimesoversteppedthelimitsofgoodtaste.

           June4.—IntheeveningCarrieandIwentroundtoMr.andMrs.Cummings’tospendaquieteveningwiththem.Gowingwasthere,alsoMr.Stillbrook.Itwasquietbutpleasant.Mrs.Cummingssangfiveorsixsongs,“No,Sir,”and“TheGardenofSleep,”beingbestinmyhumblejudgment;butwhatpleasedmemostwastheduetshesangwithCarrie—classicalduet,too.Ithinkitiscalled,“Iwouldthatmylove!”Itwasbeautiful.IfCarriehadbeeninbettervoice,Idon’tthinkprofessionalscouldhavesungitbetter.Aftersupperwemadethemsingitagain.IneverlikedMr.StillbrooksincethewalkthatSundaytothe“CowandHedge,”butImustsayhesingscomic-songswell.Hissong:“Wedon’tWanttheoldmennow,”madeusshriekwithlaughter,especiallytheversereferringtoMr.Gladstone;buttherewasoneverseIthinkhemighthaveomitted,andIsaidso,butGowingthoughtitwasthebestofthelot.

           June6.—Trillipbroughtroundtheshirtsand,tomydisgust,hischargeforrepairingwasmorethanIgaveforthemwhennew.Itoldhimso,andheimpertinentlyreplied:“Well,theyarebetternowthanwhentheywerenew.”Ipaidhim,andsaiditwasarobbery.