[Boston—Sunday, 30 September 1866]
Sunday fairly wearied out with my new role of housekeeper lately resumed, and householder & business woman, remained at home all the morning reading Montaigne having chanced upon those delightful essays respecting “Solitude,” “Riches” and a few others.
Drove out in the afternoon. The sky was pencilled over with clouds of exquisite whiteness and beauty. Louisa took us and little Jamie went too.
