Tuesday. May 16th Fayal Hotel.
Was wretchedly sick all night and all day. Stayed in my room. The housekeeper who is Portuguese came in with flowers and dainty morsels, begging me to eat. She could speak a little English having been in America four months, and said she longed to go back. They seem to regard America as a Paradise. Finally she said "you must excuse me" and before I knew what she was going to do, kissed me again and again. They seem so simple-hearted and affectionate.