Monday, June 27, 1881 Foggy and rainy and cold. We have had a fire nearly every day in June thus far. I picked cherries this forenoon and drove to the Point for some cigars taking little Charlie along. Stopped at the Strand and telegraphed to Andrews that we would leave tomorrow night. Mary Waldo and her daughter Lily came. Had sent us word which we had not received. One of our girls left yesterday and my poor mother is working too hard. A house full of company and Calvert, Mary & Downing coming Saturday. Sara is going to look for a girl tomorrow. This is my last night and home for more than two months. It is raining dismally and is like an autumn storm.