[Boston—Saturday, 12 December 1868]
Saturday. Dec. 12. Bitter weather! But we are only too comfortable indoors; and tomorrow we have another dinner-party. I find quite enough to do just now and Jamie also. I can do no writing, but manage to get a little reading done every day—which is an immense refreshment. “Gail” and Mrs Hawthorne are still implacable, having conjured up a fancied wrong, they nurse it well.
