A delightful day. We
had the pleasure of Mrs. Clifford's company the greater part of the day. Mrs.
Stainforth and her two little girls ran over here in the morning without clokes
or bonnets, and staid until dinner time. This evening Isabel planted peas,
concluding like the Young Man in the Fable, from the exceeding fineness of the
day, that summer was come; and as the death of the swallow and coldness of the
weather which was so pleasant but the other day, convinced him of his mistake
in prematurely selling his cloathes, so I fancy will the rottenness of the peas
satisfy her that had they been planted six weeks later, it had been much
better. However, as this haste only proceeds from an anxiety of having them
before our neighbors, it may be termed an innocent, if not a laudable
emulation.
SOURCE: “Extracts
from the Journal of Miss Sarah Eve,” The Pennsylvania Magazine of
History and Biography, Vol. 5, No. 1 (1881), p. 25
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