Another fine day, and how beautiful this whole autumn has been. I began to paint Jamies wagon and fixed the seat for him. Went down town just before noon on some errands. Received a letter from John Sanford from Sherman Maine telling me he had sent my canoe on the 26th. A letter from Booth to whom I wrote a few days ago for tickets for my father and mother who have never seen him play, to his first performance of Hamlet. It is to be on Monday and they are to go down and Lucy and Andrews will probably be there too. I also had an excellent letter from Mr. Sawyer written on Thanksgiving day probably at the very time I was writing to him. It has been so comforting and satisfactory to me in showing me how secure he was in the knowledge that Gertrude was perfectly and entirely happy with me and in our family. Sara had a letter from Lucy today. She says Sedgwick told her he saw Aunty Gertrude in his sleep. That she came and sat on the side of his bed and Uncle Jervie too. I wish I could dream of her.