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Jan. 1st  [[underline]]1867[[/underline]]
A stormy day, the snowing lying thick up on the ground and sleet [[strikethrough]]in[[/strikethrough]] & rain falling.  Fewer visitors than usual.  Father went on his rounds but returned early.  Mrs. Shubrick sent me a piece of cake by him as usual.
9th  Small party at Senator Dixons.
10th  Mr. Beaman here with a German count also Mr. Alexander.
11th  Reception day.  Mrs. Foster here had enjoyed her southern trip greatly.  Miss Johnson's call was also agreeable not many calls.  Uncle is with us.  Carry gone to Opera with Mr. Beaman.  Mrs. Dickie Sen [[?]] & Mr. Cross here in the evening.
12th  Went to Gen. Grant's reception.  Carry thanked the Gen. for the letter he wrote to her for her autograph book but the Gen. had not much to say in reply.  He looked very smiling as if he would like to say something pleasant but not having [[something?]] to say said nothing.
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Went also to the Mayor's where dancing was the order of the morning.
13th  Sunday.  Too stormy to go to church.  Read McCosh on typical forms.  In the evening Father & Uncle amused themselves by reminiscences of their school boy days.  Uncle said those days seemed very far away like the echo that came to us from the mountain side clear & distinct as the remembrance might be there was always a sense of how much lay between.  I'm speaking of some school he attended Uncle said to Father was that the school where you discovered the India ink was good for the complexion?  We were all of course curious to know the meaning of the question.  Elicited from Father the confession that at the school mentioned he was often teased on account of his pink & white complexion & accused of painting his cheeks.  One evening a young man much his senior taking these jokes for earnest came to him & asked him to colour his
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