Saturday, June 12, 1880 John McEntee and I went fishing today at Glen Erie. Crossed the creek at Kingston and drove round by Glasco bridge. Stopping in Kingston a moment I observed a thin, brown, hard worked looking woman with a little boy coming down the side walk and looking intently at me evidently recognising me. It proved to be our once pretty Katy Leonard who lived with us many years ago in our first housekeeping years and who was then young and fair and blue eyed. She spoke of my losing dear Gertrude, with great feeling. She has a little daughter named after her who is now six years old. She saw us pass her house once and I told her we always intended to come to see her. She came to see us once and was greatly affected and cried I remember. She told me today she saw a great change in Gertrude then. But I was shocked to see her look so old and faded. Our ride our was charming. The valley just beyond Kingston I never saw looking finer and I longed to paint some of the things I saw. It was a rich picturesque day, fine skies after the abundant rain in the night. I caught three black bass, John only a chub, but we had a pleasant day. It rained just as we left and we had another hard shower just before reaching the Red House where we were obliged to stop. Mr. Asa Ealin came to see Mrs. Davis today with a view to marrying her if she could fancy him but Sara tells me she was evidently disappointed in him and she thinks it will not come to any thing. A telegram from Booth asking if they could have my bust of Hamlet. Sara answered I was away from home but when I returned I telegraphed him and how to get it.