It has rained all day and been a most cheerless melancholy day to me. I have missed dear Gertrude so much, that the thought that I shall never see her again is almost insupportable. Seeing her mother about brings her vividly before me and I think she must feel her absence here very keenly. I can hardly bring myself to speak of her to her mother and father. I cannot control my emotions. Mr. Sawyer looks much older to me and I think dear Gertrudes death has been a great blow to him. I have written to Lily French today answering her letter received yesterday.