Grace spoke to her, now remembers who Sylvia is, Sylvia is not the girl interested in buying the Death of Aristophanes. She did not explain who Sylvia is. Ran completely out of toilet paper this morning. Grace says that I said that I would buy some yesterday. Ink bottle without top. Betty staying two more days. Mara called, Father Bunny to have glasses, a pipe. Began painting drawing room celadon green...
worked desperately and finished the drawings this morning. Grace says the rabbits' ears are too short, they look more like rats (with exceptionally long ears) ...
.. Grace has lost one of my small, gold ear-rings. Sylvia called. Cat has eaten nearly all of the Lady Dubonnet nasturtiums. Cannot find paper shears. Sylvia called again. Cat sick in bathroom. Betty still with us . . .
Grace spilled coffee, could not stop to clean up. Cleaned up coffee. Sink in kitchen gone wild, very much of deluge. To telephone to call plumber. Telephone rang as I was about to dial. Mara wanted to know why no windows in rabbits' home. Explained. She said oh, all right, had not known that rabbits lived underground. Called plumber. Ink bottle open. No bourbon, only rye, two bottles. Perfectly remember saying in liquor store that there was one bottle of rye and a fragment of a bottle of bourbon. Grace said no, one bottle of bourbon and a fragment of a bottle of rye. Plumber arrived. Took catnip mouse from the sink, said if I was going to put that sort of thing into the sink, I could expect nothing but trouble. I said I expected trouble, but had not put mouse in sink: Paid plumber seven dollars . . .
no longer believe that Betty has an apartment. Mara called, could burrow have skylight? Too depressing for children to think of rabbits living in the dark. Feel it may be depressing for rabbits to think of children living in the glare of broad daylight. Grace found letter to Macmillan in her jacket pocket, also letter to father, check for N. Y. Times. Last wore jacket three weeks ago. Cannot find paper shears...
car battery dead. Grace left lights on. Cat most ill in the garden. Top off ink bottle...
Betty borrowed ten dollars . . .
... basin in bathroom stopped, afraid to call plumber. Mara called, rabbits fine. No bourbon, no paper shears. Sylvia called ...
started painting hall Williamsburg red. Sylvia called. Termites in dining room floor. Told Grace weeks ago there were termites, she said no, only ants. Cat enjoying termites. Exterminator enjoying termites. Top off ink bottle..
... top to ink bottle nowhere to be found. Exterminator at work. Sylvia called. Cat mewed piteously all morning, finally scrambled onto the bed, after an hour produced first kitten . . . Sylvia called again . . . four kittens so far, banker's grey with pin stripe. Called Mara and asked her to have dinner with me . . .
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