102_Page 100Thursday. 12. th. January. 1843.

Misty, damp, clear, mild, and disagreable. A singular combination of weather.

We all hoped for a clear day, but the sun did not shine, untill noon. I remained at home thinking Mrs Moore, and Mrs Woodruff might come in. I am writeing this in my own room, without fire, or needing one. Cut out two shirts of flannel for Julie, Aunt Cate is makeing them. Mended Louis pantaloons. Bought some Oranges this morning. Wish myself in the open air, but cannot leave my guests.