I should have gone to Boston yesterday to comply with an engagement made to Richardson
to go to Nahant, but trusting that he would not think of taking a step in such weather,
I postponed it until today when I went merely to discover that he had been. It was
on the whole a fortunate escape for it was pouring torrents when I got into the Stage
to return to Quincy after a very highly stupid day. Arrived safely without incident.