white shawl. Oh, she did look lovely. Mamma was not at all proud, oh, no! Well, thereafter, I dined elsewhere and did not want to tell Dudie where. So when she asked, “Where did you dine yesterday?” I replied: “I dined, dear, with Mrs. Jimfarlan, and her pig was at table. Now, before we sat down, Mrs. J. said to me, ‘Mrs. Howe, if you do not love my pig, you cannot dine with me,’ and I replied, ‘Mrs. Jimfarlan, I adore your pig,’ so down we sat.” “Oh, yes, Mamma,” says Julia, “and I know the rest. When you had got through dinner, and had had all you wanted, you rose, and told the lady that you had something to tell her in the greatest confidence. Then she went into the entry with you, and you whispered in her ear, ‘Mrs. Jimfarlan, I hate your pig!’ and then rushed out of the house.” ... I have had one grand tea-party — the Longos, Curtis, etc., etc. We had tea out of doors and read Tennyson in the valley. It was very pleasant. ... The children spent Tuesday with the Hazards. I went over to tea. You remember the old beautiful place.1 We have now a donkey tandem, which is the joy of the Island. The children go out with it, and every one who meets them is seized with cramps in the region of the diaphragm, they double up and are relieved by a hearty laugh.
To her sister Annie
October, 1854.I will tell you how I have been living since my return from Newport. I get up at seven or a little before,