Monday, 30 October, 1865

I arose this morning (feeling somewhat better) and had breakfast. Bake and the Lieut. confine themselves mostly to their own room and begin to look quite domestic, in the full enjoyment (they say) of domestic bliss and perfect happiness, but they must remember it will not be without its alloy. We sat in their room with them sometime between breakfast and dinner, and she was busying herself to find something of the Lieut’s to put a few stitches in. Took her seat in the corner and went to work to repair a little rip he had made in hunting. Excused herself by saying a stitch in time would save nine.

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