A sweet and sisterly letter from Lucy full of solicitude for me and greatly troubled at my unhappiness. Sedgewick is sick probably with the measles as Jamie has just recovered from them. I answered her letter immediately. She told me that Sara feared Joe Tubby's daughter May would not live through the day. I wrote Lucy very frankly of my unhappiness which she seems so anxious to help me in. I wait from day to day for I know not what. I have given up all hope of any answer to the letter I wrote two weeks ago on Saturday. I have no idea how it was received but whatever comes I do not regret it. It fulfilled a duty I owed to myself. Mary Gifford came to see me. Mrs. Thurber was not well and so could not come. We talked of Gertrude and were both overcome by our sweet memories of her. I have been painting again on her picture but this afternoon I abandoned it and began a new one which is more promising. I think I will leave this and begin another as this one is very suggestive and I would like it for reference. I spent a part of the afternoon reading some of Gertrudes letters of 1876. How she lamented every day we were separated and how unquestioning was her love for me. How shall I ever live without it. Julia Dillon dined at Marys and they went to the Fraternity. I called on Fred Sawyers wife. Fred was not at home. I had a letter from Alice Knight this morning telling me Mr. Boardman is to be married again and Alice (Freds wife) told me all about it this evening. It came to them with a shock but they all accept it now and have all been to call on the lady, a Mrs. Yevelyn, a widow with two daughters and as Alice says immensely stout. Mrs. Winter came to my room and told me that she had been to see Fitch who is seriously ill with paralysis of the face. It seems alarming from her representation. I met Mr. & Mrs. Stedman in the street. They expect Mrs. Taylor and Lily tomorrow.