Wednesday, 10th April, 1867

Another pretty day, very much like Indian summer. Mollie and I are up this morning quite early. She likes her little bed very much. Bettie got breakfast before milking, and then did some little jobbing before dinner and churned afterwards. Cut out a shirt for Bill this evening, and Bettie did a little left hand work on it. – – Three ploughs at work again today, and Uncle Davy dragging. – – I arose after retiring and made a fire and sat up till about 12 looking over Bill’s book of hirelings.