I called at Mrs. Frothingham’s to inquire how Abby did. And afterwards went to pay
some visits which were due on the account of some invitations which had been refused.
This consumed the morning. The afternoon was spent in company with Abby at Mrs. F.’s
and the evening at Mrs. P. C. Brooks’. None there but Mr. and Mrs. Frothingham, Mr.
and Mrs. Blodget who are staying there. Mr. Belknap, a steady bachelor of sixty and
a beau withal,1
Abby and myself. Mrs. B.’s uncle, Mr. Oliver, also came in. I was struck with an
appearance of display for so small an affair which I was disposed to think Mrs. B.
was extravagant in, but she has not any children and this is a resource in such cases.
I walked home to Mrs. F.’s with Abby and then returned to my room.