Not quite so cold, no frost. Bill had a nice beef killed this morning. Patsy ironed. I starched some things. It always tires me so much, I had to lie down to rest. – – Had the cotton brought down out of the kitchen stairs and packed away in the store room by Martha and Addison. – – Had my late corn gathered for fall use. It’s just old enough for the table. – – Pigeo wrote several letters to her friends. One to Bell Boykin to make some enquiries of Mrs. Jacobs, her sister, respecting boarding Nannie. Bill rode Fannie to Acquinton Church and the C. H. Will let Mr. Slaughter have a quarter of beef to be returned in a few weeks. – – Brought a letter to Pigeo from Liv and one to me from Bake in Baltimore, also a bill for Pigeo’s cloak delivered by Byrd, by Express to George Smith in Richmond.1As he his serving as a middleman for a cloak made in Baltimore it is likely George Smith is in the commission merchant business. But the City Directories for Richmond fail to identify a likely George Smith.