Quite a blustering, disagreeable day. Pigeo finished her flounced dress, a new style, fits her beautifully. Nan’s jobbing about something, I hardly know what. Little Mollie grieves for Mother occasionally. She is a tenderhearted, affectionate little thing. – – I am trimming at black cloth for myself. Think I will let Nan take the one I got of Bake for $20. Bill finished the bridge across the mill creek this evening. He has been a much longer time than he thought it would take him. One week of pretty weather has gone since he came from Richmond and no corn pulled. Tom paid a visit somewhere today after taking breakfast, returned to supper.