Morning pleasant. As Abby was decided to remain in town today, I thought I could not
do better than go with George to Quincy. After keeping me waiting one hour, we started
and reached there in time for dinner. Found the family quiet and apparently not yet
started to move at all. They were evidently in distress about it. Which is foolish,
and provokes me. I believe I am not selfish but I do feel as if I do not want to be
imposed upon. After dinner, I attended divine service in the New Church and heard
Mr. Whitney mumble through as usual. He is a tame man. Returned home after tea and
took up my quarters at the Marlborough Hotel.