Little things.

A. Lincoln’s birthday.

February 12.

Rainy this forenoon but pleasant this afternoon.  Went up to see Alice according to agreement.  Silas came out home and up after us in the evening.  I enjoyed the visit ever so much, but I believe it very true that in this world there is always some little thing to prevent our happiness from being complete.  It seemed good to see Silas here again.  Staid with Ellen all night.