After studying my Geography and reading my number of essays, I went in the carriage
to Georgetown with Madame and Aunt Frye whom I saw to day for the first time. We first
went to Mrs. Peter’s where they paid a visit but I did not get out. On returning they
observed that America looked exceedingly well this Winter.1
After traversing the most crooked streets that were ever formed and the most narrow
excepting only those in Boston, we got home. Uncle and Aunt Frye dined and spent the
evening here. She looks surprizingly well.
In the evening Madame continued her “bouquets” and Judge Cranch came in with Mr. James
Greenleaf whereupon I retreated till late in the evening. The Judge is a good sort
of man but there is something associated with the name of the other which disgusts
me with him.2
They went away at half past ten when we separated.