Went over to my studio and built a fire in the Franklin which burned nicely and spent the day there mostly in painting on Gertrudes portrait. It looks like her but still is not satisfactory. Painting on it all my thought and memories are with her and over and over again through the day thinking of her and our married life over there in that little house it seemed to me that I could not go on living without her. I am always waiting and looking ahead to some time or state that must give her back to me. How I wonder if she is conscious of my desolation and if she can possibly feel the pain of separation and if she waits and longs for me as I do for her. Mrs. Forsyth was buried today. Sara went to the funeral but I did not. There was no use of my going and I knew it would only make me feel sad. Miss Mattison & Mrs. Rudolph Tappan spent the afternoon and took tea with us and Sade and I walked up to Kingston with them as the car did not come when we went down to meet it. Sara received a letter from Jake Sharpe in answer to her invitation to them to spend Thanksgiving with us, saying they would come.