A keen fresh day but not really cold. The mountains looking wintry. Painted all forenoon on the little picture I design for a Christmas present for John & Nannie. After dinner Mary and I took a walk out to the river and around back of O'Reillys home. We talked of Gertrude and could not keep back our tears. I do miss her so and grieve for her every moment when I think of her. How weary it seems when I look ahead which I try not to do. Had a short note from Booth. He did not see any of our people Monday evening and wonders if they were not there, but my letter last night will reassure him. We went over to Johnsons a little while this evening. John & Lucy, Mary, Sara, Miss Wilkins and I.