Had to go to buy a roll of pastry for Mother at the Hauer. Met all the men, but Marietta was out. It was most amusing. Old Father Hauer is always awfully sweet, this time too. But this time the youngest and most important of the sons sought me out and kept me company talking all the time I got over…
I was most shocked. In spite of my hearty reassurances that I won’t go to Martha’s this afternoon Mother promised her that I would, when she phoned. The kids were rather bad and though M. returned early I came home late again. I nearly had a quarrel with Martha over different questions. If things go…