[Boston—Wednesday, 26 September 1866]
Wednesday. Raining again. Warm. Quietly at home except a walk out afternoon—on the bridge met Miss Dana, it was very foggy; she said “Richard & his wife” were in the “Cuba” on the way from England.
Heard of Mother’s having come to Lancaster through Z.B. who has just returned. They are quite well. O how lovely home is. J. “amuses me” (as Charles Reade makes Griffith’s daughter say of her father) by his conundrums. He wishes to know “why a negro’s head is unlike a clam”. “Because a clam is a bête noire, a darkey’s head a tête noire!” that’s bad enough for one day.
