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JANE AND HER LOG
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of the wind. From Jane's window the gilded ship that swung to the wind above the old customs-house cupola could just be seen above the trees, and she consulted it faithfully.
July 18. Comes in clear and hot with a very light wind. S. W. Got up early and picked rasberries in the garden. Everybody else asleep. Had the rasberries for breakfast for a surprise. Met Lydia Fisk on Ash Street wearing a pripostrous hat. She wanted me to go to her house, but I didn't want so didn't. Met Mrs. Titcomb who asked me to come to lunch and I did. It was just her and me. We had it on her little brick porch place behind the house, where you can see the harbor. She has rather different things to eat than we do, and very blue plates. Also black currants which are nice. She had them in a very scallopy glass dish with a lid to it, and some of their leaves too. She has a cat called Monsoon, who doesn't come into the school-room so I didn't know about him before, but he sat and watched us eat lunch. He is very gray and has orange-colored eyes. Afterward we sat in her little front room because there was a breeze which the garden didn't get, and she told me about different things. I walked home by a long way. The Delphian ought to be much more than halfway to Honolulu. We had Indian pudding for supper which is something I don't like at all. Ends clear and warm, wind fresher S. W.
