Wednesday, May 26, 1880 A note from Weir telling me it was not me he was disappointed with. It has lifted a great anxiety from my heart to know I had misconstrued his note. The weather is exceptionally hot. I feel more contented than I have for a long time and think if I can get interested in work I will be comparatively happy. I am anxious to get home now. Mary and I called up at Mrs. Putnams, the first time I was ever at her house as long as we have known them.