pg 021 Monday. 13. November. 1843.
Cold, blustering day.

I rode up to Chelsea with Maria, to make a
farewell call; she looked very well in her new velvet coat,
bonnet, and feathers. Met Mrs. [Parmelee]
Poor Larrissa, sat in the house the whole morning writeing.
for Mr De Puy; who was by mistake was awaiting her at the
store. We had an early dinner and they all left
in the evening Boat for home. Maria, would like to have
remained longer, but did not accept my invitation.

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