Clear, bright morning, but by Ten o'clock, black clouds arose in the N. W. and we had a blinding snow storm for Ten minutes perhaps, then the wind came out in a gale, and to night it is blowing hard and very cold. Almost impossible to keep the rooms comfortable. Margaret washed but could not put the clothes on line. Harry busy in the Mill, I sewing afternoon, hemed Table cloth Annie Frank gave me at xmas. Finished reading the Book by Hall Cane. I am not intirely please with it. I think the heroine rather to innocent for this age, and like her mother, rather weak. I sent letter to Clara Kershaw.
[I am interested that she always spells Christmas as xmas. Also, I enjoyed her critique of Hall Caines' "The Woman Thou Gavest Me". The "Book" ]
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