9:20 A.M. W. sitting in his room, "enjoying" his breakfast, he said. Mrs. Davis with him. I had dropped in in transit, merely to leave Mrs. Fairchild's letter and to see how he was. Said he had spent a peaceful night. A good spread of buckwheat cakes on the table and a stiff float of molasses. Showed him the beginnings of my Lippincott's piece, with which he expressed his content. Was "perfectly willing to read it and make suggestions" if I desired. These days, he said, kept him indoors, bereft him "utterly of the fresh air."