[Boston—Monday, 24 December 1866]
Monday a thaw, bad walking, all the world Christmasing—came home full of quiet happy thoughts,—would have enjoyed a few blessed hours but Winwoude Reade came in and passed an hour, we dressed the Xmas tree, then it was late and time to rest,—so I ended the evening with Miss Thackeray’s story of the Village on the Cliff which fits my fancy strangely, then went to bed.
