"I shall copy a letter (of my cousin), to have a record:
Dearest Cousin,
Iam in the midst of some fancy and difficult embroidery, making a white silk pocket to go with my best green dress. I am stitching a golden pineapple, for hospitality, as you know, and am happy with my work. Are you sewing or embroidering anything, Cousin?
Life is becoming very hard in Boston these days.Papa;'s temper, which has always been short, is tried often,nowthat our port is closed. He cannot stock his shelves or sell goods. When he went to open his store yesterday, there was a crowd of Patriots outsidek, shouting. ?They told him they would not trade with a known Tory any longer! Papa came home and in a rage kicked the water bucket. Mama was not pleased.
We were born here; this is our country, this is our home. But you could scarece believe how many Loyalists are fleeing to Boston now, for the protection of General GAge. I do feel safer these days with all the /British soldiers to guard us. Except Papa says how can we possibly feed them when we cannot import any goods?