August 16,1793

 Dear Diary,

 

    This is my second entry today! The reason for this being is that I want to write down my thoughts about Polly's sudden disappearance. Truthfully beholds I am worried and even terrified that she could have gotten hurt or worse kidnapped. Philadelphia is not the safest place for a lady to be wandering alone but no place is. Wait, what if I ask my mother to let me look for her? 

    Okay, so I asked and of course, I should have known she would say no. She even told grandfather to stay and watch me for the time being....so I did as she said and stayed put. Once she came back she looked distressed and told me that...…. Poly is dead!  I was mortified I didn't know whether I  wanted to hurl or just to lay in my bed and cry, so many emotions welled up inside me. Instead of letting that out I just ended up calling for hours at a time.