Saturday. My time was occupied mostly in reading books from the Circulating Library—Reade’s “Live me little, love me long” and one other. The doubt about our uniforms still continued.
Kenyon got a letter from Major Gen. Robbins in the afternoon ordering the Q. M. Gen[eral] to uniform us, but he made some technical excuse.
We were marched to and fro a great deal from one place to another, but did not succeed in effecting anything.