pg 92Tuesday. 19. teenth. April. 1842.

A heavy rain through the day. Showers at intervals.

We arose at six this morning, although a gloomy sky did not encourage the hope of a bright day. Garret, went off early to his store, and I sat down determined to finish my second shirt. I did not succeed in my laudable intentions, my back aching, and neck getting tired.
Nany Quin, cleaned my hair in the afternoon, she spent two hours scraping, and pulling it. and could not find any dirt.
Six months has elapsed since she cleaned it before.
Simon, down town all day, we miss him sadly on some accounts.