December 7, 1866
I went to the tailor today. I went by myself. Davey was in the shed far from sober and Father was in a brown study all day up in mother's room. But I'm glad that I went alone. I know that I should have only gotten black suits for school as I'm in mourning, but I don't want to shout out to the whole school that here's an object for their pity; so I ordered two brown ones, too, along with the four black ones. They're very dark brown, so they're almost black.