April 16th. Morning,
Reading edition
WE are going down to Tientsin on the forenoon train for the funeral. Then back here before night.
Heloise herself has seen to all the little necessary arrangements. She had me get what few flowers I could last night. And I believe we can get more in Tientsin. She wants to do everything she can for his memory in these last hours.
I think she is very fine about it. She exhibits no weakness. She shirks neither from what she regards as her duty in this tragic time nor from the results of her own acts. It has all come back to her, of course, in a thousand memory-shapes. It must have. But she does not speak of that.
The Minister sent over a large bunch of lilac blossoms last night, cut from the bushes in the Legation compound.