Helen came down to my room at 5 but I was so tired I asked her to wait till 5.30. Dressed. Helen did up my steamer rug roll - and Florence my hats. Left about 6.40. Found Mrs. Zupponi at station. Went 3rd class – not very pleasant to Rome, but all right afterwards. Got into a corridor carriage. Ticket agent forgot to stamp date of departure from Florence and I had a great fuss with the conductor from Rome which half-spoiled my ride. He wanted me to pay 7 lire more and I wouldn’t. He got someone who looked like a Russian Jew to explain and I hunted up an Italian gentleman who spoke English. Finally they let the ticket pass by writing the necessary date re. It formed the chief topic of conversation in the compartment. A father and know-all son, nice young man, young Italian girl with 2 year old baby were the other occupants. Lost my hat pin.
Met a young woman at station in Naples and rode up to the Hotel Muller** with her. Her name is Miss Florence Wolff and she has been over 4 years next November and not only wears a chip on her shoulder, but they stick out all over her. We had a quarrel about the cab fare with the hotel clerk and she nearly fought with me over my share of that expense. Had dinner at 7.30 – only six people – a baby and a dog besides my self – a good room and a small glimpse of the sea. Very tired. Went to bed before ten.
*Alfred Winslow Hincks, her son, born September 5, 1880.
**Today there is a Hotel Muller at Via Sant'alessio 16 in Naples.
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