Saturday, 9 September, 1865

A cloudy and threatening day for rain. Hardie went out and gathered peaches to chop for dinner. They are getting scarce now. Bake’s completing her gown this evening, and I am writing in my journal for the last several days, sitting in her room. She is arranging her little boxes, &c. – – Frederick and some of the others have the day for themselves, only Corbin is at plough.