I think everyone elses apples are disposed of I am afraid I wont be able to get Mr. Clarke's barrels filled. We got notice yesterday that they had come Dad. put the load of mangles off while I was gone. This after noon Marj. and I went down town in the waggon right after dinner and got the barrels and the fleece of wool that {Name?} shipped to the exhibition and which won fifth prize. It has evidently been at the station for some time Marj. went on up town but I came straight home, stopping for a minute at Uncle Ward's to get some cabbage and help him retreive his gate which the boys had thrown into Down's orchard on Hallowe'en night. When I got home Dad. & I put on another load of mangles a small one and four bags of potatoes which he had bagged up and got them up and unloaded. Marj walked home. To-night we had a call from Mr. & Mrs. Tom. Butler.

Thursday November 3rd