It seems that she (Betsy) has been shuffled and moved by Underground railroads to a new location so as to keep working on her mittens with her Mittens...
George W. didn't seem to like her so much in the cellar, and found for her some better accommodations in the cellar of another of the Foundering Fathers's houseses.
we looked just like this in the heat of the night as we was moving:
Mittens made the travel with me alright; i'd just have to squoze her to relieve her as the train rolled along. She is a-napping now by the chamber pot here in the cellar of ours new accomodations.
What might only happen from now will time tell.
but, my god, are my shoulders (and calves) aching from this sewing and a-stichin' ... some heavy roads we've had to climb to get this flag all done up and good -- gots me 8 and one half stars on the bitch now, still workin on them stripes as it were tho (they go all the way down)...
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