12 November

Yesterday, Miss Cartier obliged us with a sumptuous lunch to celebrate her newest status at the club.
Farmer O'Meany decided upon two full plates upon which to sup, and appeared in raptures over the quantity of repast he was about to consume.

11 November

Upon our travelling by carriage to the club this morning, I marveled at the lovely display "rosy-fingered Eos", goddess of the dawn, had graced upon undeserving humanity.



In the distance, one can make out the silhouette of Mount Rainier.

10 November

One has not had to deal with so many dead chickens in a very long time.

9 November

Our barouche is repaired and returned to us.
This easel arrived by post this evening.

8 November

Proper decorum dictates that our Yuletide lights cannot be put up until 25 of November. But now that the All Hallow's Eve lights have been taken down, we need something to act as a place holder. These quaint lights are just the thing.

7 November

Her terrible destruction having been utterly wrought, the monster reposes with the remains of her eviscerated prey.

6 November

The Winterbottoms called on us this evening expecting supper and entertainment, which we endeavored to provide.