Sunday, 3 December, 1865

A lovely day, but too warm for the season. Hardie returned home. Zac drove the carriage to Zion, and Bill attended Jerusalem. He and Ju dined at Mount Hope. Nan and I came by and spent the evening with Mag, and we all returned home about dark. Busy bodies have been at work and created some disturbance in the neighborhood. I think people aught to attend to their own affairs. They will have enough to do and a great deal more than they can do justice by, if I may judge by myself.