This is Sunday. After I had dressed
myself, I wrapped a large flannel shawl round me and my book and sat myself
down by my window. After I sat some time with my eyes oftener cast to the
road than on my book, I beheld my friends coming up the
Miss Beamish. -- After
we had dined, Maria, Charlotte, and myself, with Mr. B., took a walk to
Mrs. Potts. We found Mrs. Brinley there. I requested the pleasure of her
company to tea at the Grove, but she declined the invitation. We sit some
time and then took our leave of the two widows.
We came home through the walk of the castle.
When we arrived, we found Mr. and Mrs. Allen here. They spent the evening
with us. --Mr. B. has taken my bed tonight.