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and J. G. Browns. She was a timid woman and seemed much gratified by this little attention. I had my dinner in my room alone. Mary who came down from Rondout today, came over to see me this evening and Berger came to go home with her. My carbuncle does not trouble me while I am quiet but I fear it will have to be burned out. I wrote to Nannie from whom I had a letter this morning about some curtain rods. Mary tells me her mother Mrs. Dibble died on Sunday night but Nannie did not get word until yesterday. Wrote to John Sanford, to Walter North and to Mrs. Weir.

Thursday June 19. 1879. Spent the whole day in my room keeping as quiet as possible. I had a dull headache and [[?]] was obliged to keep quiet on account of my boil. Dr. Joslin came about noon and examined it. He thought it doing nicely and that I would be all right in a day or two. Had a letter from Sara in the morning from College Hill speaking very tenderly of Gertrude who has been in my thoughts all day. Mrs. Winter came in to see me and we talked of dear Gertrude and her eyes were full of tears. Berger came and dined with me and Downing came in in the evening. 

Friday 20. Staid in my room all day and repainted the sky in my picture of "Falling leaves" making it a lighter and warmer grey and I think very much improving it. It is painful to me to move about but I think the boil is healing. I only hope it is not going to develop in a new place of which there are signs. Gussie came down from Rondout today and called to see me. She went out and did some shopping and then came back and dined with me. Downing came over after her and she went over to Marys. Greenes funeral took place today from the Academy at 4 o'clock. I was not able to go. Eastman called after having been there and told me about it. He and his wife and Ethel who I invited to go up to Rondout to spend Sunday with me because they have new servants and do not like to go away and leave them alone in the house. I hope I shall be able to go home tomorrow. Gussie and I talked of Gertrude and I have longed and sighed for her many times today as I sat here alone. Since I have been confined to my room I have thought of prisoners, with no occupation and no resources for amusement or entertainment, of poor Reid, and wondered how with his bitter reflections, the future looks to him.

Tuesday June 24. Went home on Saturday by Powell with Sara, Gussie, Joe & Downing. Sunday tried a drawing of Lucy but did not succeed. Went over to the cemetery with Downing and laid some white and red roses on Gertrudes grave. Monday Downing and I went over to my home and made measurements for the painting [[?]] in my studio. It was very touching to me to go over my place again and to feel that it was in my care again. Gussie and Joe left