Misty, easterly, disagreeable day. I went to town and my time was taken up in a variety of ways, so that I was at the Office but a very little while.

Made purchases at several places, and bought at Auction a number of trees for the further improvement of the Quincy house. They come from Maine and their success is somewhat problematical. One or two calls from a Tenant or two consumed the remainder of my time. Returned to dinner. Afternoon taken up in the garden and superintending the preparation in digging necessary for the new purchases.

The child has been better although she is still very much troubled with her cough. Anxiety about her is mingled with all my feelings, now the nurse has gone. We have not had rain enough materially to wet the ground. Evening quietly at home. Conversation without any particular interest.