coming down from the various hotels, some walking, enjoying the beauties of nature; some drinking a glass or so of the water; and others going down to the little circular railroad.
I amused myself going from one spring to another, seeing the different faces of the ladies as they drank the water. Some would go round the grounds, which are about half a mile, while those who did not take the usual walk on the grounds, went home and promenaded the galleries.
That morning there were between three and four hundred people there. It seemed to me they were of every nation, people and language under the sun. Going home, I saw some of the ladies and gentlemen who were at the ball the night before, promenading the gallery. The prevailing topic of conversation was the beauty and brilliance of the ball. I then went up to wait on a lady that I dressed every morning before breakfast.
She told me of numerous ladies and gentlemen who had lost their hearts the previous night, among the rest were two young ladies I knew came there to get beaux. The eldest was very good looking; she seemed to be amiable and artless, and whatever a gentleman told her she implicitly believed; but the younger was more shrewd, she believed nothing that was said to her unless she was sure it was so.
I was very glad, indeed, when I knew they had got beaux, as I could, I hoped, get their hair dressed without the interference of their mother. When I was dressing their hair, she was all the time telling me to make them look well, for Mr. So-and-So had arrived, or Mr. This-or-That danced with them, or looked at
