p012_Diary of Martha Call

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New York, Thursday, June 10.
Here I am in New York, at my dear, good Aunt
Mary's house. I fancy that this book will contain
rather a greater variety than my last one did. Last
Tuesday morning came, not so bright and pleasant
as we could have wished, but with a little drizzling
rain, however a little rain would not prevent our
going to New York, so I set to work, first to finish my
new lawn bonnet, then to pack those of my clothes that
were not soiled into my trunk, which was to be sent
by express to the depot in Boston. About half past
eleven Prince was put into the chaise, and Emmie and
I set out for Roxbury. Notwithstanding the rain we had
a fine ride, and arrived at Aunt Osgoods in pretty
good season. Aunt Woodman was there, and Aunt Hadlock
so with Abbie and Sarah, Aunt Osgood, Willie and
Johnie, Emmie and I, we had a fine time, and
all took dinner together. After dinner came the great
rush of fixing us off. Abbie must make Aunt Hadlock
a cap, Aunt Woodman must buy her another, while
Aunt Osgood fixed her dress, and Emmie dressed her
hair, and we all talked at one and the same time,
making quite a scene of confusion. At last all was
in a state of readiness, Sarah made some tea, of which
we partook, and a little after four, escorted by Abbie,
we set out for the depot, leaving Emmie and Prince
to convey Aunt Woodman home. First we walked a