Thursday, 8 September, 1864

Fine weather. Bill is most all the time gone. Col. McLaughlin and Jimmie Spiller came this evening to spend the night.1The Col., and perhaps his son as well, seem to be living with the Spillers. Pigeo and Nan played a good deal and accompanied them on his flute, and Stuart danced sweeter than anything I ever saw. – – Having peaches peeled, but I am afraid I shall lose good many of them on account of the wet weather.