Philadelphia Dec 29th 1815
You may judge by the first stroke of my P. my dear mother what kind of a pen I have, so I will not take up time in remarks or its business: I cannot write a very long letter as I am in a great hurry. For I am going to aunts.
What do you think? Mrs. Grelaud took us to pupet show last night. Some parts of it were done very well; but to end it a lady came out to dance the slack line,1 and poor thing down she tumbled! How mortifying! It reminds me of an adventure of mine, you must know, Amelia and myself were wing in full sails. I with my new hat and [illegible], just as I went to step up one of those high places as you cross the street, down I came! You must know I had Amelia's arm very tightly, and of course must pull her, but I believe she'd've not yet quite down. A gentleman ran to help us, and I expect he




