Oct. 12 1884 Sunday evening. Being wet, Tom has gone to the Tabernacle instead of me, so I am housekeeper. Dear little Lizzie is gone to bed without a whimper. She gets more good tempered as she gets older indeed never cries unless uncomfortable or in pain. She is a great delight to us all, sits up at the table and is quite one of the family. Her aunt Jennie sent her a pair of cardinal knitted socks which she has worn today. She gets too noisy for the morning service unless asleep, but today I managed to hear most of the sermon with her awake. I am not sure that I shall venture again until she can understand she must be well behaved in God’s house, a thing I trust she will early learn.

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