I took Alice over to the cemetery to see Gertrudes grave. It was covered with snow and although the air was keen from the north, the sun shone and she got a cheerful impression of the place. I thank God I did not see Gertrude laid there for now I cannot think of her there. After we had been there I drove across by the Roa-tina and came home the Flat-bush road. There was a sharp north wind and it was cold in spite of the sunshine. The sleighing was very good out on the road but all gone in the town.