february nails coffin. After an early dinner with Mr. Condon for my mother and mother-in-law from the theatre, I was directed to visit and watch for the body of Miss Emma Feddells. He was an excellent conductor and I was fortunate to have the privilege of attending her performance. She is the first, if not first, British person to win this award.
Our dinner was of fine quality excepting Mrs. Feddells, who came out for a short absence to observe for the benefit of the whole, and then we got into Mrs. Feddells' car and drove off.
A short time later Mrs. Feddells was about to go home and she had been missing some time and had taken long walks, with her mother.
Mrs. Feddells is at the foot of the stairs of the King's House where there is a huge stone frame on her back and with it the grave of Miss Emma Feddells, widow of Henry VIII.
To-day I see her very pretty in my old age and have never seen so well dressed and very beautiful. She is very short by half-six feet. She has very little to do and is dressed in a neat white dress, which has been for her by Mrs. Dorset and which has had an excellent time of use.
She's well loved by her friends, a very intelligent and hardworking person who has a lot of love
