[Friday] August the 25 
I have returned from town today
with Mr. Beamish. I have been spending a week with his mother and sisters.
Never did I spend a pleasanter week, although the weather was so unpleasant
as to prevent me from going out; but mirth and good humour reigned within,
which made up for every other deficiency. It never was known to rain harder
than it did for two days; and since, we have never been free from fog.
It is soon a week since we have had a fine day. I am afraid there will
be much hay spoilt. Papa has got a great deal down. -- Since I have come
home, I have been picking peas with Mama. -- There is nothing new in town.
At present, everything is very dull.