s
spectators, there were Mr & Mrs Deming, Mr. & Mrs Sweetser Mr & Mrs
Soley, Mr & Miss Cary, Mrs Draper, Miss Oriac, Miss Hannah--our treat
was nuts, rasins, Cakes, Wine, punch,[39] hot & cold, all in great
plenty. We had a very agreeable evening from 5 to 10 o'clock. For
variety we woo'd a widow, hunted the whistle, threaded the needle, &
while the company was collecting, we diverted ourselves with playing of
pawns, no rudeness Mamma I assure you. Aunt Deming desires you would
_perticulary observe_, that the elderly part of the company were
_spectators only_, they mix'd not in either of the above describ'd
scenes.

I was dress'd in my yellow coat, black bib & apron, black feathers on my
head, my past comb, & all my past[40] garnet marquesett[41] & jet pins,
together with my silver plume--my loket, rings, black collar round my
neck, black mitts & 2 or 3 yards of blue ribbin, (black & blue is high
tast) striped tucker and ruffels (not my best) & my silk shoes
compleated my dress.

Jan^y 18th.--Yesterday I had an invitation to celebrate Miss Caty's
birth-day with her. She gave it me the night before. Miss is 10 years
old. The best dancer in Mr Turners[42] school, she has been his scoller
these 3 years. My aunt thought it proper (as our family had a
invitation) that I should attend a neighbor's funeral yesterday
P.M. I went directly from it to Miss Caty's Rout & arriv'd ex . .
. . . .

BOSTON January 25 1772.

Hon^'d Mamma, My Hon^'d Papa has never signified to me his approbation
of my journals, from whence I infer, that he either never reads them,
or does not give himself the trouble to remember any of their contents,
tho' some part has been address'd to him, so, for the future, I shall
trouble only you with this part of my scribble--Last thursday I din'd at
Unkle Storer's & spent the afternoon in that neighborhood. I met with
some adventures in my way viz. As I was going, I was overtaken by a lady
who was quite a stranger to me. She accosted me with "how do you do
miss?" I answer'd her, but told her I had not the pleasure of knowing
her. She then ask'd "what is your name miss? I believe you think 'tis a
very strange questian to ask, but have a mind to know." Nanny Green--She
interrupted me with "not Mrs. Winslow of Cumberland's daughter." Yes
madam I am. When did you hear from your Mamma? how do's she do? When
shall you write to her? When you do, tell her that you was overtaken in
the street by her old