I was interrupted yesterday in writing. Anna and Eugene Swan took supper here. Last night we all went to singing school, it was not as good as ‘twas last week. Eugene wants me to go over to Tryons’s next Friday night to a party, but I don’t think I shall go, I’m not acquainted there. It is real pleasant. I had a note from Carrie Green saying that she and Lilly Bordwell, Hat Easton, H. Knickerbocker and May Root were coming over here this afternoon, but they have not come yet and ‘tis nearly 4 o’clock. Amelia Fuller is very sick, taken just as Helen Seaman was. They don’t think she’ll live.