Wrote to my Mother before breakfast.
1 Called on George who is on the recovery. From there went to Mrs. Frothingham’s and spent an hour with Abby. Mrs. Webster was buried today. I went out of town with Abby and her father in his Carriage, to dinner. Found
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Mrs. B. and Mrs. Everett much as usual. Spent most of the time with Abby. I wish I could find something more definite to blame in her, but as bad motives are never visible in her actions, I cannot help loving her the more for her little follies.