Sunday, Aug 8, 1880 It has been another beautiful day, warmer than yesterday but a charming day. Have spent most of the day in my room having written long letters to Gussie, Sara and Booth. Girards wife presented him with another son today weighing 11 lbs. Maurice has been at home all day and came to the table at tea for the first time in a fortnight. Wrote a note to the editor of Scribner but am not sure I will send it. The summer is on the wane. The sun has gone visibly south, the katydids are very active and the robins who were so busy only a short time ago seem suddenly to have disappeared.