[Manchester—Friday, 16 August 1867]
August 16th The rain poured all day with little intermission. The earth is utterly drenched and an old rock we call “the buffalo” in the pasture opposite, which is only a buffalo while it rains, appears now-a-days a perpetual buffalo.
We read Curiosity Shop all the afternoon and then we three women took a lovely tea together, Mr Bartol having gone to a funeral.
J. stayed in town, perforce, all night.