Thursday, September 16:
At 4 o’clock arrival of my father from Rome. We all go to fetch him, in splendid weather. R. very sweet: “They can’t get rid of the gay old sparks,” he says.
Diary Entry of September 16, 1880
My father arrived from Rome at four, and we all went out in beautiful weather to meet him. R. was especially warm and playful, greeting the moment with a lighthearted remark about the gay old sparks not being so easily dismissed.
Thursday, September 16:
At 4 o’clock arrival of my father from Rome. We all go to fetch him, in splendid weather. R. very sweet: “They can’t get rid of the gay old sparks,” he says.