Tuesday, July 3, 1883 The squall of yesterday was very wide spread and did a great deal of damage. It has been pretty warm today. I went over to the cemetery this morning and cut the grass and attended to the flowers. The morning glories I set out on Maurices grave are growing nicely. It seems so strange to think of him as in his grave. I thought of dear Gertrude while I was tying up the flowers upon her grave and fancied just how carefully and deftly she would do it. That was a charming feature of her character the patient, careful way in which she did anything she undertook no matter how trivial or unimportant. Downing and I were going over to Mr. Van Akens to finish my study and got started for there but the afternoon looked so unpromising that we turned back. Sent a number of papers containing an account of Maurices death to Lucys friends whom she had designated.