…I dined on some mutton steaks broiled. At home all day and very busy. A very windy and wet day. Mrs Carman, not Mr Carman, made me a present of a fine duck. Let not this, my readers, be a matter of speculation. There is no criminality in it. For I never kissed the woman but once, and, that was the day I stood sponsor or godfather for her daughter. So I presume her kindness (though I believe unknown to Mr Carman) proceeds from a spirit of gratitude.