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.