Brighthelmstone, Saturday, April 11 [1795].
Here we are, my love, and mean to set out early in the morning; and, if I can find you, I hope to dine with you to-morrow.—I shall drive to ——’s hotel, where —— tells me you have been—and, if you have left it, I hope you will take care to be there to receive us.
I have brought with me Mr. ——’s little friend, and a girl whom I like to take care of our little darling—not on the way, for that fell to my share.—But why do I write about trifles?—or any thing?—Are we not to meet soon?—What does your heart say?
Yours truly
Mary.
I have weaned my Fanny, and she is now eating away at the white bread.
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