Sunday, Apr 17, 1881 Sade and I and Park went up Hussey Hill. Followed the shore of the creek to the valley opposite Wilbur and then up the little stream where I used to catch trout. The wind blew but it was a good day to walk. Met Harry Crispell at the foot of the hill looking for Arbutus. He went to the top with us. We went almost to the second peak. Got home tired and very hungry and feeling the walk had done us good. Wrote to Gussie in the afternoon. Sara had had a letter from her. Laura and Gertrude down with measles and Laura quite ill and threatened with Pneumonia. Joe telegraphed her asking her if she would come on if necessary. I think they are troubled about Laura as we all are. Maurice is in a dreadful condition and we do not know how he is to come out of it. Sara is attending him and full of anxiety. I read Gertrudes and my letters of 1875. While I read these precious letters of hers all these days are vividly before me and she seems about present to me. They are a complete picture of our daily life and I prize them above every thing for they are the record of her deepest love and devotion to me. Wrote to Lucy in the evening and read more of the letters. I seem almost to have visited darling Gertrude after having read her letters. These spring days are full of sweet memories of her. She was the very soul of the spring time and reveled in the thought of the flowers and the birds.