The royal
party retired to its rooms again and carpenters came in with saws
and hammers. The floor repaired, an area was roped off for
dancing - as much as could be spared. The Prince opened the
dance with Mrs Governor Morgan, after which other ladies were
honoured with his gallantry.
I saw Mrs Fuller in one of the boxes and made haste to speak with
her. She had just landed, having left Hope to study a time in the
Conservatory of Leipzig.
'Mrs Livingstone is with her,' said she, 'and they will return
together in April.
'Mrs Fuller, did she send any word to me?' I enquired anxiously.
'Did she give you no message?
'None,' she said coldly, 'except one to her mother and father, which
I have sent in a letter to them.
I left her heavy hearted, went to the reporter's table and wrote my
story, very badly I must admit, for I was cut deep with sadness.
Then I came away and walked for hours, not caring whither. A
great homesickness had come over me. I felt as if a talk with Uncle
Eb or Elizabeth Brower would have given me the comfort I needed.
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