I was supposed to go to a Beach Picnic with Camp Fire Girls this morning at 6:30 but I didn’t wake up until nine. Mom said there was a big mix up as to whether they were going to have it or not. She was misinformed so she didn’t wake me. I guess I didn’t miss much any way. in the afternoon I went to a tea given by Mrs. Duckworth for her sister. Her sister is darling. So is Mrs. Duckworth. I also met Mary Carson. I think she is precious and adorable. After the tea I made a call with Mom. After super I read.
Jane’s Notes: For the uninitiated and the younger generation, a call is a drop in visit, one of the social niceties of the early 20th century where neighbors called on neighbors. Sort of a short visit. You left your card on a silver tray in the hall. Actually a nice custom I think.
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