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fortitude and dignity. I think it was a relief to him to talk to me and I advised him to still be patient and to bear his trials as he had in the past, that some day he would see peace and rest and nothing would bring that without the approval of his own conscience. I never felt more sorry for any one than I did for him. We walked together up to 18" St when it was time for me to leave and there I parted with him. He said he would write to me before he sailed and let me know the state of affairs and that he would write freely to me from the other side. I went over to Marys and got my satchel, rode over to 24" St and came home by the Powell. 

Wednesday June 23. It seems strange now in the height of summer to reflect that the year is actually waning, that the days are longest and really beginning to grow shorter. Tom began to cut the grass today. I went over to the cemetery after breakfast and made some measurements for the base of the stone and came home and wrote to Ellin & Kitson. The daisies I put there on Monday were perfectly fresh and looked so pretty. I went down to the store house and got my binders boards and some paint and have been to work a good part of the day painting them over the carriage house. Began a letter to Alice. Went to the Strand this evening and telegraphed to Mary Gifford to come tomorrow. Cornelia is sick in bed having taken cold. Called on Mrs. Baldwin at Johns. She and Mabel Reid are there. Have thought a good deal about Booth today.

Thursday 24. Painted my boards this morning and at noon went down to the ferry to meet Mary & Julia Gifford but they did not come to our great disappointment as Ma had prepared a nice dinner. Sara had a letter from Julia Dillon from Florence. It has been a very warm day. I sent my letter to Alice and the drawing for the Chicago catalogue to the engraver. Have thought of Booth many times today and have read again some of dear Gertrudes last letters. How wonderfully cheerful and interested in everything she was to the very last ill as she was. I can never be too thankful that she did not outlive her activity or that she had no intimation of the change which was so near her. Julia spoke very tenderly of her in her letter. Nothing is more consoling to me than the sweet memories she has left with eery one who ever came in contact with her 

Friday 25.  Painted my binders boards again this morning and afterwards went over to my studio and painted on a head of Gertrude using my first picture as a help. Sara and Tula went to N.Y. this morning and returned this evening.