To-morrow morning real early we go to Philadelphia.

You don't know what a lovely bonnet I saw up Fifth Avenue to-day.

It was white crape, with the dearest little loves of forget-me-nots outside and in, and then a white veil.

I'm going to make father buy me one just like it as soon as I go out of mourning.
"I expect this isn't very much like a journal, but I'm terribly sleepy, and I guess I must go to bed." GYPSY'S JOURNAL.
"Brevoort House, Tuesday Night.
"Mother, Mother Breynton! I never had such a good time in all my life! Oh, I forgot to say I haven't any more idea how to write a journal than the man in the moon.

I meant to put that at the beginning so you'd know.
"Well, we came on by boat, and you've no idea how that machinery squeaked.