5/18 February 1914

When Dr Botkin examined us this morning, he announced that I am coming down with a cold. I don’t need Dr Botkin to tell me that. We always know when he’s around, because of that French cologne he wears, but today my nose is so stuffed, I didn’t even notice it!

Mama is afraid I’ll have a red nose and look clownish in our portrait. If I cross my eyes, then I will look truly clownish.