Tuesday, Mar 22, 1881 Took a walk over to the cemetery visiting dear Gertrudes grave. The snow is all gone from it and a robin was singing near by. His cheery voice could not awake a cheering response in my heart but rather a thousand tearful memories that almost crushed me. I walked across back of ORiellys and out to the view and back across the Common where dear, darling Gertrude and I have walked so often. I always think of what she wrote me about how sad it would be if she should come to walk there alone and I gone for ever. I did indeed feel alone remembering her. I wish I could stay at home. It almost breaks my heart to come away. However it must be so. I came down by the noon train with a sad heart. I love to be at home with Sara and my own people. Called on Mr & Mrs. Moreley. We met Mrs. M. at Mt. Desert as Miss Perkins.