Fine growing weather for everything, especially grass. The frequent and excessive rains prevent work, but we can only submit to what we cannot control. The Lord will provide. – – I have been all day most bothering over books and getting them straight. Bill remained in bed till evening to miss his chill, succeeded. Took a teaspoonful of Spt. turpentine last night at bedtime. Bettie is jobbing for herself today. Had an early supper and took a nap at twilight and got up and went with Pigeo down and did some little things in the dining room and had an additional cup of strong coffee and we retired at 12. Mary, with the baby, having been asleep in the back chamber several hours. – – Bill rode Fannie out late this evening to look for labor. The grass is taking possession of the corn field.