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where I met Mrs. Nixon and Edith came over from the Mountain House to spend the day, Dora and Miss Knox a niece of Mr. Deforest. Later in the day Mrs. Porter and her daughter of Pittsburgh arrived. The rain cleared off toward evening and we spent a very pleasant evening together. I went over to Mrs. Thurbers to sleep.

Friday Aug. 14" 1885. The sun came up gloriously this morning and as they are all rather late for me I took a short stroll before breakfast. After breakfast, Dora, Miss Knox and I went over to Mrs. Thurbers and heard Miss Margulies play most delightfully, selections from Beethoven, Schubert, Chopin &c. Took a walk before dinner out beyond Parkers and came early after being urged to stay another day, at 3 o'clock. At Phoenicia a car off the track delayed us an hour but I reached home in time for tea and my father, Sara and Mary, our sole family were glad to see me. Found a letter from a Mrs. Gilbert of Hartford wishing to study with me. Wrote to Mrs. [[crossed-out]] Thurber [[/crossed-out]] Wheeler.

Saturday 15" The north wind blew this morning and this whole delightful day has been filled with the feeling of the coming autumn. I went down town on some errands before dinner. The streets were full of people in holiday dress and a great barge went out of the creek crowded with the people of the Catholic church. After dinner my father, Mary, Sara and little Dwight and I drove out to Mr. Jansens crossing the Kingston bridge and going out along the mountain. The country was green and charming, the road excellent and the air cool and bracing. On our return we gathered some Cardinal flowers, yellow sunflowers and deep purple asters, green and fresh as the country looked there were many indications of the autumn in the ripening weeds, the later flowers and the absence of the songs of birds. I have thought of my dear Gertrude so much during my visit to the mountains and again today. It was most gratifying to me to have Mrs. Wheeler speak so tenderly of her and to connect her memory with all that region and to speak of her as one who would not be forgotten by those who knew her. Often and after the startling reality that she is gone comes to me as a something I have never yet fully realized, for somehow I do have a sense of waiting in my thoughtful hours, for something I know not what but which always takes her image. I wonder if there is in all this wide world a woman at all like her. Life nor immortality could never be complete to me without a reunion with her. I am sure of that. I have felt a little sad and troubled today looking a little way into the future and trying to make plans and to arrange to meet my obligations. I am anxious to hear from Fuller and from Mrs. Warren. It is more than a week since I sent Fuller his picture and I have not even heard that he has received it. I am always afraid that there will be some dissatisfaction for one never knows how ones work will be received. What a satisfaction it would be to be independent of these anxieties. I wrote to Herman & Ives of Detroit this morning that I wanted my money and asked them to send it at once. I sent my letter to Mrs. Wheeler and wrote to a Mrs. Gilbert of Hartford who makes some instruction, declining. The papers announced 

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