Friday. 18. teenth. June. 1841. Raining in torrents the whole day, and evening. Cold enough for fires. I sat sewing all the morning, finished Louis first suit. Maria, not well, has taken cold in her face. Garret, complaining of the cold; proposed fire as usual. Nanny still in bed, but much better. Louis complaining to.day, I discovered her was a victim to worms. We had suspected it, but were not certain. His health was bad, and appetite miserable. We commenced giving him worm lozengers to.night. Maria kept her room all day, had pain in her face. I drank sour warm to warm me, as I was chilly.