It rained this morning when I went up to Marys to breakfast and has rained hard all day. My man came and colored my blinds and the floor and I changed the carved seat over under the window and put the cabinet where the seat was and the lounge where the cabinet stood, and I think I am going to like the new arrangement. I had a note from Lucy. It poured when I went up to dinner but when Calvert and I went around to the club where I went to attend a meeting of the trustees it was snowing and growing cold. At the club I met Collins, Marbury, Judge Speir, Eastman Johnson, Mr. Gordon, Hall & several others. It is getting bitterly cold and another cold wave is approaching. I read over some of Gertrudes letters to me in 1875, written daily, a full record of her daily life and each one filled with her undying love for me. How near they brought me to her, making it seem about as though I had talked with her. I feel lonely and a little despondent tonight, a little disappointed I know not why.