HAGLEY, Wednesday, September 16th, 1863.
—Fine, serene, mild day. At. Coque, Lavinia, and May set out for "Orchard Neville" (late Baltonsborough) en route for Antony ; whose name recalls to me one of the very happiest and merriest weeks in my life. I think these girls much enjoy the prospect, but they enjoy things (especially Lava) as grown-up people do, to whom life has a little outgrown its freshness : take events and pleasures, I mean, with sedateness ; I have never seen them really carried off their legs with excitement, or anything like it. And this is a little sad at their age. Poor pussy's [FN: Lavinia] head discomforts account for a good deal, no doubt.
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