Yesterday before dinner I was with Eric on a promenade to Djurgården. Then I followed him home for fetching a book in stenography, which I should borrow, for I now have made up my mind to learn stenography. In his room there was such a nice fire and we sat down at it and chattered in two hours. I wonder, whether it is much “not decent” to call upon a bachelor on his room even if it is on a sundaymorning. I must ask the doctor, but I dare not tell him, that I already have been there.

Notary Forsberg was here to dinner. But when he and the doctor and I sat talking after dinner, I thought, that it was nothing enjoying, so I telephoned to Heddy and asked if we should play a little “a-quatre-mains”. Yes, of course, and so I bid the notary and the doctor “farewell” and went down to Ekebergs.

There was a couple of people, mister Pettersson and Söderberg and captain Jacobson and mr. Einar Österberg and some more. But by and by some of them departed, and we asked Dagmar if I would follow her to some cinematograph. well, we went to “Kungsholmsbiografen”. There was a film called “The boy from San Francisco!” and some little pieces. But we didnt look so much at the film for before us sat a happy pair. They looked as ugly both of them. he was as I suppose, a worker and she a workwrin with little eyes, a large nose and tangly hair.

And when the lights were put out and it was dark, in the saloon, he put his arm round her shoulders and so they began to flirt. They kissed each other and she patted his chin and he patted her here and there and, oh, Dagmar and I did not know what to do for not laughing to high. We said “oh, so beautiful” (about the film, you know) and “such a rising picture” and so on. And then we put our handkerchiefs in our mouths to chake the fits of laughter.

Happily they went their way after the first piece, so we could give attention to the other pieces. Today I have begun with my stenography. I have written “the first lesson” and I will go on at least an hour every day.