5:40 P.M. W. just fixing himself up to go out. We talked together briefly. He trying for a while to stand up and dress, then sitting heavily in the chair. Sent me hunting about the room for his hat. Had not been out last evening, the sudden and terrific storm preventing. "When Johnston was here he set about to get a picture of the room, and arranged things for it. Since then I have not seen my hat," which I found after some search downstairs in the parlor.
Left with him copy of Harper's Bazar, also folded him nearly 50 copies of Conservator. Said he was sure he could "use them all or nearly all."
Spoke warmly of the beautiful day. Would start out early, "to make up for days lost," especially as now there was no marked heat.
Has been enjoying the two volumes sent him from Symonds: critical essays, etc., first cutting that on his own work, then dipping further. Beautiful volumes, he thinks. Has, he says, "a penchant for English printing." Is enthusiastic over these volumes, certainly.
"As Kennedy doesn't appear to be coming this way," he said, "you'll have to go his—at least to this extent, to deliver your message by mail," referring to notes on his Dutch ancestry he wishes Kennedy to write.