[En route to Boston—Wednesday, 20 June 1860]
Wednesday 20th Our evenings are delightful. We read all day fearing to bore one another too much but in the evening while the sun is setting, Mrs Hawthorne and I have had delicious long talks cheating the hours of their fancied power. The twilights are very long. We can almost read at eleven oclock and the world seems renewed by a strange beauty filling us for the time with gratitude that we are indeed here upon the high seas.
