pg 019Wednesday. November. 1843.
Sun-Shine melting off the snow.

All things looked winter this morning, dressed in the fleece of winter, white and pure. More moderate since the snow has fallen.
Larrissa left us last night to return Maria at the milliners, and dress makers, the “Alpha and Omega” of her existence.
Clouds full of snow and wind blowing hurricanes. I feel better My head still affected. The chil- dren cough less but they are still far from well.
Julie and Louis went to school.
I must put long sleeves in Louis flannel shirt.