— 17 January, 1890 —
I have settled into Uncle Evander's home in Irvingly. He has given me a nice, tidy room, though I must confess it does not seem fitted to a girl of my age. There is one picture on the wall of an old house that looks like it may house a few ghouls. I cannot help but feel that they watch me at night, even if I know it is silly.
The covers are heavy and I often sweat during the night, but I am too embarrassed to ask to have them exchanged. It's silly of me, I know, but he's more than accomodated me already. He was kind enough to give me this journal, too, while I plan to fill with my thoughts and things I'e learned.
Today he plans to hire a governess, which is good. I miss my studies.
— Miss Charity F. Lloyd —
