11:30 P.M.
The letter is from Sadie , and she has written thus : `` MY DEAR CITY SISTER , -- Mother said to-night , as we were promenading the dining-room for the sake of exercise , and also to clear off the table -LRB- Maggie had the toothache and was off duty -RRB- : ` Sadie , my dear child , have n't you written to Ester yet ? Do you think it is quite right to neglect her so , when she must be very anxious to hear from home ? ' Now , you know , when mother says , ` Sadie , my dear child , ' and looks at me from out those reproachful eyes of hers , there is nothing short of mixing a mess of bread that I would not do for her . So here I am -- place , third story front ; time , 11:30 P.M. ; position , foot of the bed -LRB- Julia being soundly sleeping at the head -RRB- , one gaiter off and one gaiter on , somewhat after the manner of ` my son John ' so renowned in history . Speaking of bread , how abominably that article can act . I had a solemn conflict with a batch of it this morning . Firstly , you must know , I forgot it .