Monday
Rain at times. Getting out stuff ready for school-parties,
and writing letters. Miss Thompson in a
bad mood, and old Edwards begs me not to “upset her”. When I suggest that we ought to get rid of
her, he goes purple in the face and insists that however bad she is, she is the
only caretaker we are ever likely to have.
When the last caretaker left, the Museum had to be shut for 3 or 4
months until Edwards was rashly persuaded to employ Miss Thompson.
Spent the evening in the Library,
going through Cambridge Antiquarian Proceedings.
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