to make her a visit before I go home.
She is refugeeing in Macon, and I think I will stop a few days as I pass through.
Feb. 9, Thursday
We are in Albany-Mett, Mrs. Meals, and I-on our way to Americus, where I am going to consult Cousin Bolling Pope about my eyes.
They have been troubling me ever since I had measles.
We had hardly got our hats off when Jim Chiles came panting up the steps.
He had seen the carriage pass through town and must run round at once to see if a sudden notiwith trunk loads of new things, but curiosity got the better of us, and so we agreed to go home with him. He is occupying Col. Maxwell's house while the family are on the plantation in Lee county.
When we reached the house with Cousin Bolling, Mrs. Pope-or Cousin Bessie, as she says we must call her now, made us feel easy by sending for us to come to her bedroom, as there was no fire in the parlor, and she would not make company of us. She was a Mrs. Ayres, before her marriage to Cousin Bollin