From a letter by Julie, winter of 1859:

“Dear Morris,

I hate to write today because this abominable old pen makes me nervous, and my head aches on the top of it to split. It rains out of doors and drizzles and drops. The clock ticks loud enough for a drum in a dead march. The children can’t go to school because the slush is a foot deep on the pavement. Altogether, I feel out of sorts, confound this pen! I have a great mind to crunch it on the floor, it spoils my temper.”


One does wonder if the original letter had an ink blot or two due to a difficult fountain pen….  Despite her difficulty with the pen, Julie goes on for a bit over a page (typed) perhaps with a new pen?  There are some good things about modern computers!