July 30.—The miserable cold weather is either upsetting me
or Carrie, or both. We seem to break out into an argument about
absolutely nothing, and this unpleasant state of things usually occurs
This morning, for some unaccountable reason, we were talking about
balloons, and we were as merry as possible; but the conversation drifted
into family matters, during which Carrie, without the slightest reason,
referred in the most uncomplimentary manner to my poor father’s
pecuniary trouble. I retorted by saying that “Pa, at all
events, was a gentleman,” whereupon Carrie burst out crying.
I positively could not eat any breakfast.
At the office I was sent for by Mr. Perkupp, who said he was very
sorry, but I should have to take my annual holidays from next Saturday.
Franching called at office and asked me to dine at his club, “The
Constitutional.” Fearing disagreeables at home after the
“tiff” this morning, I sent a telegram to Carrie, telling
her I was going out to dine and she was not to sit up. Bought
a little silver bangle for Carrie.