None of us deserve any credit for early rising. Ju and his cart were in sight when Bill came downstairs. So much for keeping late hours. He went with Bill to the barn and had nine bushels wheat put in his tumbrel and staid till after breakfast. Took him in the garden to look at my peas peeping through the snow and looking beautifully. Reminded me of a child smiling through its tears. – – He and Bill in our wagon with wheat left at nine o’clk. Sent Stuart some potato pudding and ground peas. Bill carried for W. D. Pollard by arrangement to Duval’s Mill. – – He returned through the snow at dark without the flour. Disappointed in having it ground. Will go for it tomorrow.