Wednesday, June 23, 1880 It seems strange now in the height of summer to reflect that the year is actually waning, that the days are longest and really beginning to grow shorter. Tom began to cut the grass today. I went over to the cemetery after breakfast and made some measurements for the base of the stone and came home and wrote to Ellin & Kitzin. The daisies I put there on Monday were perfectly fresh and looked very pretty. I went down to the store house and got my binders boards and some paint and have been to work a good part of the day painting them over the carriage house. Began a letter to Alice. Went to the Strand this evening and telegraphed to Mary Gifford to come tomorrow. Cornelia is sick in bed having taken cold. Called on Mrs. Baldwin at Johns. She and Mabel Reid are there. Have thought a good deal about Booth today.