November 8, 1781

Posted by sydney on Nov 8th, 1781

The tortoise came out of his coop, & has buried himself in the laurel-hedge.  When my great parlor is kept close shut-up it is not at all affected by condensations on on the wainscot or paper, tho’ the hall & entry are all in a float.

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