There was a very heavy white frost this morning almost like snow. I put up the curtains in the little hall bed room and then drove out to Flat bush to take Mary Fitch the serving girl home. I put up the flags to welcome Mary and Marian and soon after it began to rain and I drove down to the ferry and brought them up. Maurice went down this evening for Sophie McAdam in a hard rain. Mary has a sprained ankle and the Dr. thinks Marians lungs are affected although she seems pretty well. Maurice brought me a letter from dear old Lang from Florence and one from Gussie. I wrote to Lang when Kensett died and sent him some flowers from his coffin. Mary tells me that all of our friends have called on her to talk of Gertrude. Surely no one had more loyal and devoted friends than she.