April, Thursday 7, 1864
I feel dull and stupid this morning—We have had a happy day, although the Yankees are still down the road.
Tate and Nannie went to the Pickets this morning, were turned back, the lines closed. Capt. Barber & Mr. Kirk cannot get their things. I had not the heart to see them disapointed , so rob’d old Mr. McMahon of 2d. Mo. Mr. Kirk took his Boots, Capt. Barber his uniform. I will get him more through the lines before he comes for them. I beat Capt. Farrell two games of Chess tonight, Father let us sit up just as late as we wanted to, and we had a delightful evening. Nannie &c very buisy sewing all day. Nannie & I made two shirts for a Kentucky’n who is so far from home, and no one to take an interest in his need. I sent him a pair of Pants too—
Joanna, Helen, & Tate made Eddie two—oh! I would give anything if I had it in my power to give them everything they need.
My poor Beulah is fast asleep at my feet, tomorrow I must give her up again, thank heavens Father is not going to kill her. All my little household all quiet in slumber.