[Manchester—Tuesday, 27 August 1867]
Tuesday August 27. Glorious morning, up early with a heart full of it. Jamie goes to town today & will not return tonight. I feel as if life were ebbing somehow when he does this!!
What can be quieter than a village at 6 o’clock? The windows of the cottage near by are open, but they evidently have not been closed since the night before and like eyes which have no speculation in them, stare at us and tell nothing.
What an unspeakable pleasure it is to be so fed and reposed before returning to the city. Among other things Dickens visit looms up before us in the autumn or early winter. His stay in Boston will probably be short and at our house.
