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. Father wants to go to England: not a
wise idea, I think. We shall probably stay here, and A. and I go into
the country as governesses. It's a queer way to live, but dramatic,
and I rather like it; for we never know what is to come next. We are
real "Micawbers," and always "ready for a spring."

I have planned another Christmas book, and hope to be able to write it.