upstairs, giggling and laughing a lot over something.  In a few moments they appeared and oh --! but it was awful! The perfume the had each soaked each other in a cheap brand of Carnation and it was “fierce”; I really got a headache that almost increased to sickness before the evening was over. We all - the rest of us - made them sit apart from us.
     For a long time we sat around and talked. Our show at Greene was a very interesting topic of conversation. They have changed plane and are going to give a minstrel show!  I think I’ll be a boy wonder at it! Then all but Hattie, Merle and I got up to the piano and sang “Blushing Moon.” (that poor moon!) Hattie and Merle came and sat down on either side of me and exhaled - perfume. I had a headache already. I pleaded and entreated them to go away but they stayed and talked until I suddenly suggested we go over and suffocate Joe. This we did and he nearly fainted, while they were torturing him I put a window down from the top and drank in the pure air, after which we all assembled at the piano and sang - new songs, old songs, “old gems”, love songs, mushy songs, soft songs, silly songs and grand opera until very late. We were just on the sweet strains of “In the Good Old