ABSTRACT
Mrs Dickinson had retained a stick of celerery; [sic] & on my asking why? she said, it was possible that either you or the 2 or 3 others might appear on Sat: so, you see she does not dread you.
My good old sister died on Friday, 3.20 a.m. – the killing time of the 24 hours for so many. Happily there was only a 10 days of illness, & bronchitis carried her off; unconsciously for the last days. Her 6 boys were very good to her; the only feather in their cap as far as I could be interested in them, and the father is senile on the top of mental trumperiness – and so – & so on.2
