I did want to go so much in the evening, but had no one to go with me. Trude went home with Floss to dinner. It is raining. It will do sights of good. Called to see Mrs. Bass, she is sick in bed with the Gripp.
Mag is miserable today.
April 18. 1898. We had quite a large washing but got through at noon. In P.M. sprinkled the clothes and went to bed early. Tired as a wagon wheel. I went to ironing.