December 29, 1894, Snowing.

I am disappointed that Nathaniel didn't stay longer the other night. He seemed to be shy and not wanting to say much. We stole glances at each other during dinner and Pa seemed to take amusement in that.
Today I learned I have to go to the Bickfords for several days. Pa owed them money so I'm going to work in the kitchen. The Bickfords' Ma is sick so I'll cook meals and bake some pies and clean. They're an awful mess that family. Six kids and not a one of them does much. Ma says it'll be a week at the most. I don't mind too much. But it gets lonely. They live over the ridge and not many folks around.
