Arose early and occupied in arranging my things which are as yet somewhat out of order.
Rode into Boston. Weather exceedingly warm. Made up for the omission of yesterday
by a letter to my father this morning and read a little though not much of Kent. I
then went to Medford to dine, found Abby and the family all well. In the afternoon
rode with Abby to Winter Hill and drank tea with Mr. and Mrs. Everett. Mr. and Mrs.
Frothingham were there also. Returned in the evening, suffering under a slight headache.
I am not so hardy as formerly and indigestion troubles me.