My habit of early rising has again failed. We are strange mortals when we do not possess
resolution enough for a business so small. Went to the Office and answered my Mother’s
letter from there.1
Mr. Blake then called for me and we paid a morning visit to the bride. She looked
and behaved very well. Abby was there. Went to Mrs. Frothinghams, and passed the afternoon
and evening with Abby. She was a little dull and unwell. We had much conversation
upon all sorts of subjects until the hour of ten when I marched myself home.