I see a small white wen on my head. Wonder what to do about it. To my surprise I brush it off. ... One of the waitresses tells me we can't have a certain dish for supper since one of the girls quit. I ask who. "Mary."  Mother asks me if I would like to travel with her to the East at her expense. I ask when she will leave. "After the mail comes." "I'll be glad to go but I must pay my way." I go to the closet to hunt the dress to wear. I won't wear the purple one.