Thursday, February 1:
A restless night for R., at any rate much talking aloud during it. He also complains of earache, and I put a few drops of tepid milk in his ear. We have both sirocco and rain, but all the same I suggest a short outing. It does not cheer R. up, however, and in the evening he eats no supper, complaining a lot about his heaviness. But he becomes more cheerful as the evening goes on and also feels somewhat better.
A letter from Boni is a real balm to us; so I have really been granted the boon of seeing this child pursuing the paths to which I directed her!