is next best to talking to him, only his answers don't come very quickly. I wish the Pacific was not so far away, and then Alan could send wireless messages to the station on the hill in town, because he must be able to send messages whenever he wants, I should think. Otherwise what's the good of being a wireless operator? If they had gone across by the quick, expensive, passenger way, from San Francisco, they'd be nearly there now, I should think. But the Delphian will take much longer. And just as long to come back. The rain is coming through my window, which I 'd better shut. Ends still stormy.
July 27. Clearing. Wind hauling NW. Light clouds. Woke before sunrise and stayed awake. Got tired of thinking, so got up and finished "Admirals All." Sophy broke a tea-cup—fortunately not one of the aunts' preciousest ones. Lydia Fisk came to see me which was a bother. She says her hat came from New York, but I think it's rediculous looking all the same. I'm awfully afraid I was crossish to her because she didn't stay long, which she usually does, but I felt all sort of blowing up. Aunt Ellen tryed to teach me to hem-stitch, but I'm afraid I'll never be very useful at such things. Walked up over the hill and back by Larch Avenue, but it's rather ugly up there. Began "Admirals All" over again, in evening. Ends clear and many stars. Wind NW by W.
July 28. Comes in hot and hazy. Wind light
