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a real pleasant place to visit. Two of the sons are
musical, and one played on an organ and
the other a tin flagiolet. We had a fine oyster
supper, and plenty of talk. This is a pretty mild
beginning of Feb. more like April. The snow is fast
departing, though we scraped down here in a
sleigh. We came by four gangs of men at work
on the railroad, which is being built rapidly
considering the difficulties of the work, but I sigh for
the departed glories of the river. Yesterday we
had lots of company, all day, none that I
knew much. The day before I spent mostly
in sleep, though I managed to finish my
night-gown, which is quite a pretty one. I
have a butterfly nearly done. I cut one out of
Anne's silk and happened to put it in thy
scrap book which I brought, of course. I made
it as it was cut but, I made Howard one like
this [illustration], long ends and no bow, and if thee
would like such a one I'll make another. Thee likes
black ones the best, doesn't thee? I do, I'm very
glad thy cold is better but I don't like to have
it leave thee with a cough so. Wont the skunk