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Monday Nov. 25. 1878. A rainy day. After breakfast I went over to the studio and brought over here all our remaining kitchen furniture and after my mother had taken what she wanted, and Girards wife had selected what she needed the rest was given to Josephine who used to live here and that cleared up what was left of our housekeeping which naturally ended ten years ago. Gertrude always had a hope we would one day go back there. I could not help a sad feeling as I saw the last of these things but it is better to have them used by some one. This afternoon we burned out the parlor chimney, I put away our lace curtains in a trunk and took care of some books and other things from our house. Received a very satisfactory and affectionate letter from Mrs. Sawyer and a note from Alice announcing the safe arrival of the Medallion and her great satisfaction in receiving it

Tuesday 26. Wrote a long letter to Mrs. Taylor giving her a full account of Gertrudes illness and death as she requested me to do, which will go on Thursday. Had a note from Mary saying she and Marian will come up tomorrow for Thanksgiving. The Franklin I sent to the foundry to be repaired came home today in nice order and I have varnished it. My mother, Sara and I eat in the parlor and talked of Gertrude and her last days nearly all the evening. I have that dull expectant feeling, in a manner waiting for her and yet knowing I shall not see her again. I sent Mrs. Thurbers French books home to her today by express, which she lent to Gertrude, also a book to Mrs. Nunell and several to Church. 

Wednesday 27. There was a very heavy white frost this morning almost like snow. I put up the curtains in the little hall bedroom and then drove out to Flatbush to take Mary Fitch the serving girl home. I put up the flags to welcome Mary and Marian and soon after it began to rain and I drove down to the ferry and brought them up. Maurice went down this evening for Sophie McAdam in a hard rain. Mary has a sprained ankle and the Dr. thinks Marians lungs are affected although she seems pretty well. Maurice brought me a letter from 

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