Before Jess Owen left the schoolyard today, his eyes seemed to seek me out. Then he waved and called my name. Molly and Lucy both saw this action. Molly marveled that Jess Owen had called to me~ and that I was red in the face. Her words frightened me. I feel as if my face betrayed me~ revealing my strong feelings for Jess. I must find a way to hide myself so no one knows what I think or feel.

 19th of Eleventh Month,1763

 Mother boiled potatoes tonight. We mashed them with milk and butter, then cooked them in a skillet and served them with honey. A better pancake dinner never had. The whole family cheerful and thankful, except me. I was in an inexplicably gloomy mood.Mother scolded me for looking cross. But then Papa invited me to go out into the night with him and look through his spyglass at the stars. I wish I had the courage to speak about Papas' spy glass to Jess. But I worry now that my manner will sound too vain or too airy. I shall say simple things like: "How was thy time in Philadelphia, Jess?"  or " How dost thee  like returning to our school."