We went with Mrs. Gardner and Mr. Proctor to lunch at Dedham with Mr. Foote, organist of the Berkeley St. Church, and his charming daughter and nice wife. Mr. Harold Bauer, the pianist, was there. Miss Foote sang some Scarlatti and an “Irish Melody” of her Father’s. The conversation was dull, as it usually is with musicians. A Mrs. Thorndyke (daughter of Sherman) and a Miss Dana (charming) came to call, also Charley Gibson and a Bavarian Count. Mr. Swift, Mr. Chalfin and Miss Pendleton to dine, one of Mrs. Gardner’s usual “simple”, not to say parsimonious! dinners, with one tiny glass of poor champagne apiece. Miss Pendleton, with a truly fine manner, monologized in small, dull gossip, but the