I spent Sunday in a pious way. We went to the Democratic Episcopal Church. Mrs. Knight, her mother aged about 38, is a noble good woman full of life and is worth some thousands in her own right. It had thawed and white skirts were no longer white, but all mud. Palmer took dinner with us and we had roast wild goose with dressing, baked potatoes, fried apples, cranberries, pickles, white and brown bread, tea and mince pie.
Cattle are much cheaper here than cats and dogs so our mince pies are genuine.
All, cooked as fine and nice as Mrs. Wollcott's dinners. Then went to office again. We talked until 10 o'clock against the church and the Democratic Party, then separated and went to bed. Now you have an idea how I passed one Sunday, tho this Sunday was an exception as I have been to church but once before since my return to Kansas. I expect to have a call today to give funds to support the church.