Now for an account of what we are all doing with ourselves here. The party is extremely small and compact. Papa, Mama, Harriet and I. Small as we are in number, we get on very comfortably, I assure you. We breakfast and have prayers as usual; then Papa goes out riding, or to settling his farming accounts, and we females walk; tho’ Harriet and I do little else but play and sing; she plays the harp and I the piano almost all the day; and in the evening we divide the time between musick and shoemaking, which is now the staple trade of the family.