Tuesday the vessel arrived from Cos Cob with the things from Booths and after making some purchases we got all ready and came up home Wednesday evening. We were left by the 11 oclock train and had to take the 6 oclock train which necessitated our crossing the river in a small boat. It was cool and I already had a cold. I added to it so that I was very ill all that night and all day Thursday but got up today. Meanwhile the vessel arrived here with the furniture from Booths and Maurice attended to getting it up for me and now it is all safely stored in the upper part of the carriage house to my infinite relief for it has been a source of anxiety to me for the past two weeks. Looking over the Evening Post the night we came up we were greatly shocked by the announcement of the death of Mrs. Stimson (Connie Wheeler). We had not ever heard she was ill. I have not had poor Mrs. Wheeler out of my mind since and today Gertrude and I wrote her. This will be an immeasurable grief to them for although I have seen little of Connie of late years she had ripened into a beautiful woman and her early death is very sad to me. We are once more at home in the country and now we are going to work to fix up and renovate the house inside and outside and anticipate much pleasure in the work.