Morning at the Office. I forgot to mention yesterday the receipt of an extraordinary
Note from John portending much.1
But as he does not say what is to come I shall patiently wait until his nerves become
more calm. Also a letter from my father. At eleven I went to see Abby and called with
her at Mrs. Dexter’s. An old lady whom I met at Nahant, the widow of Samuel Dexter.
After dinner I rode with Abby to Winter Hill where we drank tea with Mrs. Everett,
and in the evening after a pleasant conversation, we rode over to Medford where we
found only Mr. and Mrs. Brooks.