Cambridge
Ther [Thermometer] Sunday, Dec. 8, 1918 [December 8, 1918] Wea [Weather]
Dull
Dark cloudy with some fine,
drizzling rain, coating our city
sidewalks with glare ice most
dangerous for pedestrians to traverse.
  No bird of any kind seen or heard 
by me. My opportunities for such
observation were limited, however, to
those afforded by the big plate glass
window of the Den within which
I sat most of the time reading a 
little & watching the aquatic life of 
the aquarium every now & then.
My cold still hangs on but is no
longer very distressing. Dr. Stevens
came to see me in the forenoon
and Miss Allyn to dine with
E.R.S. [Elizabeth R. Simmons] & me at 1.30. Jack Ames
& his entire family (except Johnny,
still in a French Hospital) came
to see E.R.S & Alice Stone
called on her & me in late P.M.
She read David Copperfield this
evening. What a wonderfully
perfect story it is!

Cambridge
Ther [Thermometer] Monday, Dec. 9, 1918 [December 9, 1918] Wea [Weather]
Fine
Sunny calm & mild. Snow melting
fast. Sleighing ruined & everything
again on wheels before night.
  Crows heard cawing in lindens. No
other birds attracted my notice.
  The throat cold still lingers and has
confined me to the house for a third
profitless & rather tedious day passed
mostly in the den either because of
it or the drugs Dr. Stevens is giving
me I could read but little & was so
overpowered by drowsiness as to slumber
hour after hour by the open fire.
Miss Balch's presence at luncheon
brought a pleasing diversion although
I had too little voice to talk with
her freely. E.R.S. [Elizabeth R. Simmons] read a fine chapter
from David Copperfield in the evening,
which I keenly enjoyed. It was the
splendidly dramatic one in which
little Emily's elopement with Steerforth
becomes known to the Pegotty family
& to David.