Staid in my room all day and repainted the sky in my picture of "Falling leaves" making it a lighter and warmer grey and I think very much improving it. It is painful to me to move about but I think the boil is healing. I only hope it is not going to develop in a new place of which there are signs. Gussie came down from Rondout today and called to see me. She went out and did some shopping and then came back and dined with me. Downing came over after her and she went over to Mary's. Greene's funeral took place today from the Academy at 4 o'clock. [newspaper clipping attached to June 28 entry]. I was not able to go. Eastman called after having been there and told me about it. He and his wife and Ethel whom I invited to go up to Rondout to spend Sunday with me cannot go because they have new servants and do not like to go away and leave them alone in the house. I hope I shall be able to go home tomorrow. Gussie and I talked of Gertrude and I have longed and sighed for her many times today as I sat here alone. Since I have been confined to my room I have thought of prisoners, with no occupation and no resources for amusement or entertainment, of poor Reid, and wondered how with his bitter reflections, the future looks to him.