Rushed from school to town in order to find a clown’s hat for Saturday’s carnival, and having tried at least a dozen shops, at last got what I wanted. After dinner I spent an hour trying on and completing my outfit, and I scarcely finished a quarter of my exercises, as every moment I had to stand up again, and be measured. Poor Nannie13 and Mammy had a terrible job of it, but at last everything was ready for 10 o’clock. Was very disgusted with Lisburn and Townsend, my stamp agents. A parcel of extra leaves for my stamp-album is now due about four weeks, and no answer has been given to a card I sent asking them to send it on. This is very unusual for an English firm, who are generally very honest and thorough in their dealings.
