Mr. Brooks rode into town with me this morning as he did also on Saturday which I forgot to mention. He treats me very kindly and if I had only a definite idea of his feelings in regard to Abby I should be perfectly satisfied. Office. Received another letter from my Mother in hardly so pleasant a tone as the last. Rode with George to Weston to see about the sale of the hay off the place. This took an amazingly long time, but sold tolerably well. I amused myself with entering into conversation with the different farmers and attempting to extract information on various rustic subjects. My return to Boston was so long delayed that I was compelled to give up the idea of Quincy for the night much to my mortification and annoyance. Remained at the Exchange Coffee House.