December 29, 1897

Weather clear & cold. Slightly warmer towards night. Got a roaring fire in the old stove for the last time I guess, for I bought a new stove today for 26$. The Plumber is going to put him up to morrow noon. Maybel Whitney was here to day, but she could not go in the house, so she left a letter. There was also a letter left for her from Boston which I sended to Willimansett, Mass, as she required us to do. It seems allmost unbearable to stay here alone. I lost my appetite and dont feel good. I wish Martha was back. All I ate today was 3 fried eggs, 1 slice of stollen and three cups of coffee. I did wash dishes to night and now got to shave myself.