Monday, Aug. 29.
About eleven o’clock this morning Emrick Queen and I went to the National Art Gallery—father having gone elsewhere on business—where we spent a most delightful morning. We were more interested in the Modern than the ancient school. The latter was nothing but Madonnas. Father met us there and we lunched at “the Holborn,” a magnificent restaurant. This afternoon we all went to Buffalo Bill’s Wild West Show. It was immense—much better than any circus. We were all delighted with it. Coming out of the show, we went through the American Exposition, very interesting, and then home. This evening we are resting for tomorrow.