s in the parlor from six to seven, helping Capt. Hudson with his little dancing circle, and Gen. Elzey came in to look on, and we fooled away the time talking till I forgot how late it was, and Mary Semmes and the captain [her brother-in-law, Spenser Semmes, son of the famous Confederate sea-captain] came in before I was dressed.
I ran upstairs and scuttled into my clothes as quick as I could.
We had a delightful supper and everybody seemed to enjoy it. About 25 were invited in all, and thoughoy themselves more.
We had a few sets of the Lancers and one or two oldfashioned quadrilles for the benefit of those who did not dance the round dances, but the square dances seem very tame to me, in comparison with a good waltz or a galop.
Capt. Semmes is delightful to dance with.
He supports his partner so well, with barely the palm of his hand touching the bottom of your waist.
Metta and I are both charmed with him. Instead of the quiet, reserved sort of person he seemed when I first met