A lovely day. Commenced digging potatoes, Jim, Sandy, Tom and Addison. Washington dragged a square in the garden for transplanting strawberry vine. – – Pigeo and Nan are sitting upstairs in their room at work. Can’t quite part with them yet to sleep up there, and one will not sleep there without the other. – – I have never seen as fine potatoes raised by any one in my life. They are almost too large to do anything with, but with all they are as sweet and dry as possible. Had what we dug today put in the office and spread on the floor. – – Sold Washington a black cloth coat this evening for eight dollars.