Went to the Lunalilo Home for Aged Hawaiians this morning. Such a beautiful place and so clean and sweet and such dear, dear old people. I'll never forget the sweet quaver of their "Aloha" and the quick responsiveness of their eyes and the touch of their hands. There wasn't a sad thing about it, for they were all so happy and cheery and uncomplaining, and one dear old blind woman was the happiest and cheeriest of them all. I am better for going there.
Attended a luau (native feast) this afternoon. It was public, but was the real thing, gotten up and managed by Hawaiian women for a pet charity. The fish was the very best I ever ate, and a lot of the other things were perfectly delicious. Jack tasted of everything and ate two "batches" of several kinds—and it never phased him. He said he'd like to board there.
Took a walk in the park this evening. Palm trees make beautiful silhouettes.
