Monday, June 7, 1880 I walked out on the common (or the "downs" as Gertrude always called it) this morning. It was a beautiful morning with a most picturesque, silvery atmosphere and I wished I could reproduce it but somehow all my thoughts in that direction fail. I made one or two pencil notes and came to my studio and painted a little sketch of Whittiers "Telling the bees" but did not quite do all I wanted to. At five oclock I drove up to the junction and met Stedman at the [?] train and brought him home with me. He was charmed with our place and house. It never looked more attractive for it was a most beautiful day. After tea we walked on the downs and as we passed the cemetery he wanted me to take him and show him Gertrudes grave which I did. He thought it an ideal burial place as compared to Greenwood which he abhors as I do. We walked on the downs and talked of every thing, of life and its struggles and trials and the aches that the artistic temperament is called to suffer. He was charmed with our landscape and we talked as we always do when we get together. A note from Mr. Hutton about the Booth breakfast.