[Boston—Friday, 6 October 1871]
Friday came and with it a short grateful rain—much, much needed. I went out in it to see Miss Sever, who is at Clewer, the Protestant nunnery in England and visiting her sisters for a few weeks. Later we left for a long promised three days visit at Mrs. N. Silsbee’s, where the atmosphere of the house composed of fossil grandiosity combined with meanness made us both so homesick and disgruntled that I inwardly vowed never to go away again to make a visit so long as I should live. All foolish enough I dare say but we both hate visiting with a bitter hatred.
