visiting cards. _The Sisters of the Good Shepherd._ I took one,
added P.P.C. and, with an address written on it, sent it to Tour.


Saturday, December 25th, 1875.

_Ah! son felica! Ah! son rapita!_

Find me a language which expresses thought with so much enthusiasm.
So I use it to define my condition. It is heavenly weather,
everybody is out of doors, in spite of my vigil yesterday, I look
pretty.

I go to walk enchanted, happy, I sing "Mignon" softly and everything
seems beautiful to me. Everybody looks at me so pleasantly, those
whom I know salute me. I should like to hug them all. Oh, how
comfortable we are in Nice, I should not want to go away.

I have a longing for amusement, I should like to invite everybody to
the house, to give a dinner, a ball, a supper, a reception, to have
some sort of diabolical carnival--I should like to have everybody,
everybody. I am not ill-natured at heart, I am only a little crazy.

_Ah! son felica! Ah! son rapita
Dio Virgina Sanctissima._

We went to the opera, Mamma and I in the 3d box in the first row, my
aunt and Dina in the 2nd next to the Marvel. T---- came in, General
B---- was with us. The door opened and the Marvel appeared.