July 11th 1797.
My dear Sister
I have only time this morning, by Mrs H G Otis to write you a Line and to tell you that we are as well as the Hot Weather will permit. Congress having risen, I hope we Shall go some where out of this City as the Sickly Season approaches.
I send you a handkerchief of the Mul Mul kind which when well done up will look clear. pray-accept it. the President says you must write how the Barley has turnd out, how the corn grows, how it is in the meddow below the House—every thing you can find out about the Farm at all the places as he fears, that will be all he shall know about it this Season—the key you mentiond is on the bunch, but the lock is bad and does not move easy. I Send mrs Greenleaf a peice of muslin to make her some baby caps. I fear I should not have so good an opportunity if I kept it to make. I have not seen any lace to put on them. But I shall look out. My love to her and mrs Norten, tho so long a journey, I am dissapointed at not comeing to Quincy
adieu my dear sister. write me as often as you can. Give my Love and a kind remembrance to all Friends / from your affectionate Sister
P S—I wrote to Sister Peabody by Judge Livermore. when you write let me know how much Quincy owes mr Wibird, and dont forget poor-old Pheby. if she wants a Bushel Corn / desire mr Porter to let her have it