Mon., 8 Still snowing, a still mist that is nearly rain. Grace likes her stove. I send Ben the papers & letters to the children. Make & can from my 2 qts of meat 17 pint cans of mince meat. Get very tired. Herbert Booth comes for the old nutter (?)* & leaves $2.50 for it. Small as it is, it is probably all I could get for it–a useless incumbrance in the honey room chamber. Write to thank Burt Preston for the fish. Send a card to Margaret Moorby, who is in Mary Fletcher Hospital.
*I don’t know.