Saturday, June 25, 1881 I finished the little picture of the house for Lucy today putting in the figures Girards wife and the baby in his carriage, Irving sitting on the porch, Charlie in the road with Park, my father sitting in a chair, my mother near the vase and Sade leaning against a tree. It is not a very successful picture but it was painted under difficulties. Our passes came today with the exception of those from here to Buffalo. We have made arrangements with Girard to get our sleeping berths for Tuesday night 28th. I do not hear from Calvert and have my misgivings about leaving. Went over to the cemetery this afternoon. The flowers do not grow for some reason and our lot looks shabby and out of order. Now that the day is fixed for my going away I cannot help a melancholy feeling. If I had some money to leave behind so that the family had not that to trouble about I would feel more cheerful and hopeful. I get no answer from Calvert and can hardly understand why he does not answer my letters.