Milan

I think I was too excited over my Italian lesson to sleep well. Made arrangements with Miss Betham for hot water to wash my hair and had a fuss with the two sisters over the towels as they said they never gave but two a week. However, they ended by giving me two clean ones. They brought the water in ¾ of an hour late so I could not go out this morning as I had planned. After washing my hair, I washed my nightdress and other things and mended my stockings and made a little pincushion and stuffed it with pieces of F.B.H.’s old cotton gloves. Helen went out to get milk and rolls and we had lunch and then we went to the Piazza Reale and went through the King’s apartments which were very fine. We went into the Duomo a few minutes where three frightened homesick Americans accosted us. I left Helen with them and went home to take my Italian lesson. Read several columnists in today’s paper.

Then Helen and I went out an took a nice car-ride – no. 26 – by the Giardino Pubblico, got back in time for dinner which was so-so. In the evening, we went to a moving picture show which was poor – got home about 10.40.

Bought some baume analgesique to run on my back which has ached ever since I was in Venice. Nice letter from Florence written in Oregon July 16 – Alfred, Mr. O’Conner, Julia and Laura Hainer were going into the High Sierras together.

There is no fresh news of the war. Italian papers are filled with German brutalities.