pg 033Saturday.16.Decemeber.1843.
Mild rain, wind, snow and dirt
rendering the streets impassable.

I sat down to my work this morning finishing
a suit of clothes for Remmy. It was a dull job for
me. The children played quietly as little Tigers
in the basement.
Sent for Charlottes feather.
The afternoon was so dark, I could not see to sew.
Louis, has a bad cold, and looks very pale.

My boots came in to night, suits me exactly.
Julie’s dancing slippers also.