Dearest Diary,
I must say that I am quite inconvenienced lately by my phaeton and ponies. The wheel seems to be wanting in shape. There is an establishment designed for Target practice that has also been known to carry miscellaneous items useful for repairing one's carriages. It became particularly useful today in restoring Happiness to my uncooperative wheel. I shall hope that the repair will hold for my journey west tomorrow. I declare that I find the business of maintaining one's carriages a very tiresome occupation. There are lubricants and wheels and sorts that simply escape my capacity for independence. I am fortunate that my father is often available to attend to such needs.
Did I happen to note that this evening began my holiday from the schoolhouse? I have such plans!
I'll tell you more tomorrow...
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