No coal has yet been carried to the steamer, the carts which started for 'Sconset being obliged to return.
"There are about seven hundred barrels of flour in town; it is admitted that fresh meat is getting scarce; the streets are almost impassable from the snow-drifts.
"K.

and I have hit upon a plan for killing time.

We are learning poetry--she takes twenty lines of Goldsmith's 'Traveller,' and I twenty lines of the 'Deserted Village.' It will take us twenty days to learn the whole, and we hope to be stopped in our course by the opening of the harbor.

Considering that K.has a fiance from whom she cannot hear a word, she carries herself very amicably towards mankind.

She is making herself a pair of shoes, which look very well; I have made myself a morning-dress since we were closed in.
"Last night I took my first lesson in whist-playing.