Saturday, September 24, 1853. Finding myself the most important person in the whole household and the constant center of attention is most unnerving and disturbing. I wish it were not so, but there doesn't seem to be anything I can do to stop it. I can't go out anywhere unless everyone knows where I am because there are so many great personages and foreign delegations arriving night and day to meet me. . . . Possi used to be so serene and calming, but now that I have so much to do, it is far from that. I hardly have any time to spend with my animals, walk in the woods, or even ride with Poppy. I wish I could go back to the way things were . . .
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