Went home Saturday by Wallkill Valley. April showers all day Sunday but the landscape tender and beautiful. The apple blossoms are ready to burst as soon as the sun comes out. Gertrude and Sara met me at the junction with our new horse but Aunt Christina came up in the cars and no one being there to meet her I let her ride and Gertrude and I walked. I had a heavy heart amid all this bursting life and freshness of the spring. I am in the greatest trouble and see no way out. It is very dull for Gertrude up there but she bears it without complaining and tries in every way to lighten my anxieties. I came back on Monday morning by Wallkill Valley. Monday evening dinner of the G. B. Club. The last one. Have worked today on an old picture which I began more than a year ago, but I am too full of trouble to do much. Wrote to Gertrude today. I destroyed one letter it was so doleful. The cars ran over the elevated Railway today for the first.