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287 felt so sad as I did yesterday although I have looked over many of Gertrudes things. Sara and I went to the cemetery this afternoon. She took over some red berries of the sweet brier and some white ones of the waxplant. I had a letter from Fitch asking me for a picture for the Bryant memorial meeting at the Century on Tuesday evening and one from Calvert speaking about a friend of Giffords who wants my room and wants it immediately but I wrote him I was not ready to give it up now. [[stamp]] 130 [[/stamp]] Sunday Nov. 10. 1878. The morning was bright and warm but towards noon the clouds gathered and the wind blew. I went to the Presbyterian church with my mother and Jamie but Mr. Clark did not preach a very interesting sermon. This afternoon I wrote letters to Mr. & Mrs. Stedman, Hicks, Addison Richards, Henry M. Field, Mrs. Henry Peters Gray and Gifford, to Gifford more particularly about an application from an acquaintance of his for my upper room in the Studio Building. Fred Norton and C.R. John came over. Fred and Annie are down from High Falls today and were going back tonight. The moon is full and last night was as light as day. Monday 11. At work all forenoon looking over letters and arranging them. A still, cloudy November day. In the afternoon my father, Tom and I hauled up the butt of the Flag Staff from the Cement mill, a stick Joe Tomkins sent from Hillsboro. We had some trouble with it but not much. I had a very kind letter from Dr. Holland one from Mr. Huntington and one of Alices sweet letters. Dear Gertrude is so real to me and so near. It is strange that though I go to the cemetery I never think of her as being there and I am glad I did not see her laid there Tuesday 12. A solemn, brooding day and with most picturesque skies and effects. It makes me think of painting again. Went over to the cemetery and set the man to work on our lot. He cut four or five trees and Tom drew over some manure and they are expanding the lot and we will sow grass seed. Jamie and little Louis Anderson went along over with me and Jennie wanted to know if I helped carry Aunty Gertrude over in that big black thing. After dinner I took Park for a walk around the cemetery, the walk Gertrude and I used to take often this time of the year. Such solemn skies, such a picturesque day with its sober tones. Met