Dearest Diary,
As it happens, I was indeed able to find a new bonnet, as well as some excellent riding trousers. Many new books were recommended to me as well. After such an excursion, we spent the chief of the evening in the sitting room doting on one another's latest acquisitions.
We did venture to take one evening perusal of the grounds and were surprised by the meeting of another gentleman whose hound happens to be a playmate of Mr. Sinatra. Mr. Sinatra, who often goes by his Christian name, Hank, is of course the canine companion of the eldest Miss Lindsay. The two were quite energetic at such a meeting. I must remit however, that the owner of Mr. Murdock was not a gentleman of any propriety. He is found wonting in manners and social graces (though his garrulous nature did not fail to occupy our time while the boisterous animals bounded about).
Before we retire for the night, I have found it necessary to don my new bonnet awhile and read an excerpt from a book of letters to the authoress known as Ms. Austen.
Tomorrow, I shall delight in singing the hymns I miss so often at home...
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