Monday, 8th April, 1867

Very windy and dry. Betty churned after breakfast and then employed the rest of the day fixing up the kitchen, washing windows and putting up curtains, &c. Bill put two of the men to plough and the other two hauling fodder. He rode to the C. H., returned to dinner, then went to Walkerton Mill and by the time he started the two ploughs knocked off, having finished the piece they were about and didn’t know what to do. I hesitated a long time before I would send to know what was the matter and went out and told them as they passed to go to the barn and shell off husks and bring them to the house. I think Bill should have more judgment and not lose so much time with four men. Two brought a load of wood. Emmit Quarles came this evening.1Emmett Quarles is the son of uncle George Washington Quarles and his wife Elizabeth [Southerland] Quarles, Aunt Patsy. Emmet would be about 44. We had finished dinner, but he went down and got some. He is trying to find out who old Mr. Roger Quarles is who lived 90 years ago, having had his attention called to an advertisement in the papers. There’s some property left in England to the heirs of the old man. Hope I shall see some if it as “Blind Jack said when he smelled the pudding.” 2Caroline is certainly referring to legendary Yorkshireman John Metcalf (1717-1810), a.k.a. Blind Jack of Knaresborough, about whom stories were numerous. – – Wrote to Zac and Nannie today.