Fine weather. Bill is most all the time gone. Col. McLaughlin and Jimmie Spiller came this evening to spend the night.1 Pigeo and Nan played a good deal and accompanied them on his flute, and Stuart danced sweeter than anything I ever saw. – – Having peaches peeled, but I am afraid I shall lose good many of them on account of the wet weather.
- The Col., and perhaps his son as well, seem to be living with the Spillers. (back)