"Yes, it is an horrible East wind – said her Mother — I aſsure you I can hardly bear thewindow down — But you are used to be blownabout ofby¹ the wind Miſs Maria & that iswhat has made your Complexion so ruddy& couarse². You young Ladies who cannot oftenride in a Carriage never mind what wea::ther you trudge in, or how the wind shews your Ancleslegs.³ I would not have my Girls stand out of doors as you do in such a day as this.But⁴ you^ ^{Clow colodd} sort^^{some sort} of people have no feelingseither of cold or Delicacy — Well, remember that we shall expect you on Thursday at5 o'clock — You must tell your Maid to comefor you at night — There will be no Moon —and you will have an horrid walk home — My Comp^tsCompliments to your Mother — Drive on —I am afraid⁵your dinner will be cold — Drive on —" And away she went, leaving me in agreat paſsion with her as she always does.

Maria Williams