my letters written while at Georgetown. She informed me that she had burnt them up. I gave her no authority to do so but she said she had done so. She as good as asked me to come back to see her, and don't you know I'll go?
I called on a young lady, or rather stopped for dinner with her brother, on last Sabbath, and was talking with her when she said something about a remark I had made about her in a letter to a friend. I told her I knew when I wrote it she would get it, and I laughed at her till she got so mad she could hardly see. The remark I made was, I wondered if she ever received any company at all, "she was so feisty".