Morning to town. Engaged so much by my father that I got in quite late. I then went
to West Boston Bridge to make some inquiries about my father’s Stock there and took
the opportunity to refresh myself with a salt water bath which was exceedingly grateful.
On my return, I sat down to Accounts. My father’s affairs are not perfectly clear
and the deficiency of George is now ascertained to be about one thousand dollars.
Rather a heavy loss just at this time. After dinner, I passed the whole afternoon
copying out the Inventory and summing up the amount. To Quincy. Found Mr. Brooks and
Abby had been out. Visits, Mr. and Mrs. T. B. Adams, Mr. and Mrs. Greenleaf, Mrs.
Ripley and others. The former cannot get over the old penchant. Manifested as it is,
I cannot help feeling myself not a little provoked. But as things are now, we are
better prepared to go on than we have been. My father takes deep root and if it was
not for the misfortune of my Mother’s condition and feelings, I should never again
fear any interference from there. Evening cold and compelled to sit in the House.
Conversation, politics, present and future.