Describes a day spent with Tilly Jenkins and a visit to Cumnor. Transcription: The sermon was well meant but dull, and the place was very cold. Little Tilly [Jenkins] snuggled herself up, and looked very pretty, as she knelt on the great broad hassock-place. During the afternoon she came over to Swinton, where I ?m half sorry to say I rallied her considerably about Joe Stokes. She had a note from Sam [Gunn] for me, and I fictionized that a paragraph related to him. She said she knew all about him, defyed me to tell her anything, and didn ?t want to hear. So I affected assent; her curiosity wa
Describes a day spent with Tilly Jenkins and a visit to Cumnor. Transcription: The sermon was well meant but dull, and the place was very cold. Little Tilly [Jenkins] snuggled herself up, and looked very pretty, as she knelt on the great broad hassock-place. During the afternoon she came over to Swinton, where I ?m half sorry to say I rallied her considerably about Joe Stokes. She had a note from Sam [Gunn] for me, and I fictionized that a paragraph related to him. She said she knew all about him, defyed me to tell her anything, and didn ?t want to hear. So I affected assent; her curiosity was piqued, and after two hours on and off entreaty, I, on condition that she sat side by side with me, her pretty feet on the fender, told her that ? He ?d had a slight cold, and ? recovered from it-?!-?! I hope the fellow is in love with her. Her position don ?t seem to be a happy one. Two sisters married, no home, her late place as teacheress is ended by the death of a lady, and no certainty in perspective. She stayed tea, and I saw her back to Eynsham, over the snowy road. 12. Monday. Abroad with Mr Franklin in his gig, with intent to visit Cumnor. The morning sunny, but the air sharp and marble cold to the cheek, the roads swept and cleansed but great drifts on either side. Striking off to the right from the Oxford road, we find the snowbanks some three and four feet high, lying in strange sharply defined curves, formed by the varying blasts of wind. Going up hills we were fain to get out and walk for the horse ?s comfort. Presently we are at the commencement of Cumnor village, and just beyond, the road was finely blockaded by the snow, men being at work to shovel it away, and a temporary across to the place being gained by a slight circuit through a field, to achieve which a stone fence had been partially demolished. Five minutes thus at the farm belonging to Mr Franklin, whence Title: Thomas Butler Gunn Diaries: Volume 7, page 21, February 11-12, 1855 . 11 February 1855
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