Saturday, February 11:
Yesterday we were very touched by Eva; after I had punished Loldi, she went to her and said, "Oh, Loldchen, I almost had to cry but wasn't allowed to; here is my handkerchief. For this you will be given a nice birthday."
Besides our friend Serov, five of our acquaintances have died: Prince Puckler, Baron Eotvos, Prof. Eckhardt, Prof. Schwind, Father Hermann Cohen.
Snow again; the winter refuses to end. We do not go out, and I say jokingly to R. that this is not a good thing, for I shall torture him with my love. He laughs and says that if he were to go a single day without hearing me say I loved him, he would feel alarmed; he needed it.
In connection with our German history lessons I read the children the ballad of the Count of Habsburg, which makes a great impression on them. In the evening, Gibbon.