Tuesday, 2nd April, 1867

A beautiful day. Ju has not sent Mollie down yet. His promises are like pie crust now, didn’t used to be so.1 – – Bill was taken with a severe chill and had to give up and just prostrate himself on the floor. Dr. Phil Duval came to sell me a horse at $125. I purchased it upon his recommendation, perfectly sound and gentle, eleven years old, as I was so much in want of one. I couldn’t stand upon that, but concluded the bargain and paid him $12 and gave him my note for $113 (one hundred and thirteen dollars). He left on the horse before dinner. Will send him up this evening or tomorrow morning.

  1. Promises Like PieCrust,” an 1861 poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti is perhaps the most familiar use of this much older saying, “Promises are like pie-crust – made to be broken.”  (back)