Sunday, Oct 1, 1882 A perfect Autumn day, cool and sweet and sober. My father and I had a long talk about Maurice and about our affairs. I disclaimed any intention of assuming the direction of affairs here as he seemed willing for me to do. I dont want him to feel that he is not the head of his household. I told him I did not want to sell my place but would if he wished and I had an opportunity. He wished me to do as Sara and I thought best regarding Maurice, urging the necessity of keeping him here but I told him he and not I must decide that matter. I frankly told him I thought it would be better for him and for all of us if he would go away and find employment away from home and that he might tell him I think so. Wrote a final letter to Mr. Day regarding my picture. Wrote to Booth and to Mrs. Sawyer.