I've
begun to live, and have no time for sentimental musing.
In October I began my school; father talked, mother looked after her
boarders, and tried to help everybody. Anna was in Syracuse teaching
Mrs. S------'s children.
My book came out; and people began to think that topsy-turvy Louisa
would amount to something after all, since she could do so well as
housemaid, teacher, seamstress, and story-teller. Perhaps she may.
In February I wrote a story for which C. paid $5 and asked for more.
In March I wrote a farce for W. Warren, and Dr. W. offered it to him;
but W. W. was too busy.
Also began another tale, but found little time to work on it, with
school, sewing, and housework. My winter's earnings are:
School, one quarter . . . . . $50
Sewing . . . . . . . . . . . . 50
Stories . . . . . . . . . . . 20
if I am ever paid.
A busy and a pleasant winter, because, though hard at times, I do seem
to be getting on a little; and that encourages me.
Have heard Lowell and Hedge lecture, acted in plays, and thanks to our
rag-money and good cousin H., have been to the theatre several
times--always my great joy.
Summer plans are yet unsettled.
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