Fine day though cool. I went to the Office and purposed to pass my time industriously in reading. But Mr. Conant the Tenant from Weston came in and consumed much of my time. He is fond of talking. I was afterwards obliged to go in quest of a person to make a demand of and nevertheless failed in seeing him. My Cash department is small. Lost my walk for the most part. Afternoon, wrote to my father and engaged in copying the Letter which took up most of my disposable time. Evening quietly at home. Began reading the Absentee, another of Miss Edgeworths Tales.