In the morning a discussion with R., who is quite unwilling to admit the need for caution in regard to our finances.
In the morning worked a lot with Loldi (and finished a pair of leggings at the same time). In the afternoon German history and geography with Lusch, in the evening read C. Frantz’s pamphlet to the end to R. To bed a bit tired. R. goes downstairs again at 11 o’clock to alter a passage in his score. —
We are little edified by C. Frantz’s pamphlet; he has no feeling for the magnificence of Bismarck’s personality, and that is bad. — (Loldi yesterday rescued a hen which had fallen into the water, and Fidi sang to it a song of his own making: “It is not so easy to die.”)