Finished "Twelve Bubbles." Sewed a
great deal, and got very tired; one job for Mr. G. of a dozen pillow
cases, one dozen sheets, six fine cambric neckties, and two dozen
handkerchiefs, at which I had to work all one night to get them done,
as they were a gift to him. I got only $4.
Sewing won't make my fortune; but I can plan my stories while I work,
and then scribble 'em down on Sundays.
Poem on "Little Paul"; Curtis's lecture on "Dickens" made it go well.
Hear Emerson on "England."
_May_.--Anna came on her way home, sick and worn out; the work was too
much for her. We had some happy days visiting about. Could not
dispose of B. B. in book form, but C. took them for his paper. Mr.
Field died, so the farce fell through there. Altered the play for Mrs.
Barrow to bring out next winter.
_June, 1856_.--Home, to find dear Betty very ill with scarlet-fever
caught from some poor children mother nursed when they fell sick,
living over a cellar where pigs had been kept. The landlord (a deacon)
would not clean the place till mother threatened to sue him for
allowing a nuisance. Too late to save two of the poor babies or Lizzie
and May from the fever.
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