The morning found us in an unfortunate storm of rain, which displayed every prospect of a continuance throughout the day. An unpleasant incident as it made us feel a prospect of a dull day. But on the whole, we had a merry party. The ladies had a fire and sat down to work and read with the assistance of the circulating library and the gentlemen passed the morning in the Billiard Room. Our party was rather noisy and on the whole made an exceedingly lively morning. After dinner we came to the determination of abandoning our quarters, at which I was much pleased, as I was certainly not in the humour for a lonely ride which must have been my lot, had they decided to wait for clear weather. Abby went down with me and was
not at all wet owing to the direction in which we went. I seldom remember a more pleasant ride. On our return, found a report that my father had already started, which I would not believe, and a foolish Note from Harriet Welsh.1
Evening with Abby.