A very white frost this morning. Bill went about the potatoes and finished digging them. He supposes we make about one hundred and fifty bushels. Bill thinks of going to Richmond Thursday or Friday and will take Pigeo over with him in the buggy. She wants a bonnet and other things. – – She’s busy knitting a pair of socks to carry Liv. I will send him a pair also and some collars, a velvet vest and a $5 bill. – – Nan’s still about her maroon dress.