I am in such a flutter! Our annual New Year’s ball is this evening and mother has gone and fainted on the couch at the prospect of all the work that is to be done, leaving me in charge of the meal preparations! I confess myself extremely vexed and am at my wit’s end waiting for William to return from the market with my groceries- Lord help him if he should dawdle! I hope your Christmas was full of good cheer! I was given two lovely new gowns as well as a copybook and a porcelain bowl.
I pity you indeed! It must be dreadful to have to move every December to make room for the Nutcracker. You are more accommodating than I should be in your position, I assure you… remember me to Rebecca, I hope she is well.
Your affectionate and loving friend,