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an account of my father's 85" birth day. I met Bispham there and had a conversation with him. He told me Edwina had contributed to the Berkley Memorial Church near their place in Newport a memorial window to her mother. The design is the picture Hennessy painted with the dove and the moon, a very appropriate one I think.

Wednesday March 25" We hear nothing from Joe since his note to Mary and whether he is still here we have no means of knowing. I have painted today. The weather is milder. Nannie and Mr. Curtis, Fred Nortons brother-in-law paid me a visit which I very much enjoyed. When I went out to dinner I found two or three notes in my box. One of them was from Mrs. Shiland telling me of the death of Mrs. Lewis Pelton yesterday at the Womans Hospital where she had submitted to a painful operation which was successful but from the effect of which she had not sufficient vitality to recover. She is to be buried at Mt. Kisco tomorrow.- Nannie dined with us and spent the evening. I stopped in at the Club and wrote a note to Mrs. Shiland telling her I hoped to go to Mt. Kisco tomorrow to attend the funeral. How entirely unexpected this is to me. Poor woman. I think she never got over her grief at her husbands death a year ago last September. Mrs. Shiland says she spoke very affectionately of me and wanted her to write to me to come and see her during her convalescence. I shall go up by the 10 30 train tomorrow.

Thursday 26" Went to Mt Kisco by the 10.30 train on which I met Rev. Mr. Mrs. and Miss Shiland and Miss Calhoun a cousin of Mrs. Pelton. I went directly to the house with them where I met Fred and Arthur their sons, Harriet (now Mrs Ward) and her husband, Mr and Mrs. Merwin a cousin from Pawling and many other friends. The little house looked very familiar to me except that they who used to welcome me there so cordially were gone. I went into the little parlor alone and looked upon Elizabeth in her coffin. She was greatly emaciated and must have suffered much. From what Mrs. Merwin told me I think she never recovered from her grief at Lewis' death. It was a beautiful day with an Indian Summer atmosphere but a sadness was in the air, for I could not but feel that a pleasant chapter in my life had closed with the death of these two friends and that probably I would never come here again. Poor old Mr. Pelton was there looking so pitiful and feeling so bereft and lonely. I talked with him but he is very deaf and this isolates him and adds to his loneliness. Mr. Shiland who was an old friend of the family conducted the services and I rode to the cemetery with the friends, all of whom were much gratified that I was able to be present. I came back with the train which reaches town about 5. with the Shilands. The day has made a sad impression upon me and I felt that I would be glad to have my thoughts diverted, so I went to the Academy of Music where La Mascotte is being played. The prices of reserved seats are on 20¢ and I had a capital seat in the Parquette for that price. The operetta was well given and the part of the Mascotte particularly well rendered. I was surprised at the respectable character of the Audience and the excellence of the entertainment. There was a preliminary 

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