Wednesday, Aug 29, 1883 Mary and I went down town this morning to make some purchases. Just as we started Toby acted a little frisky when Mary jumped out of the wagon and hurt her foot so that she is very lame. I finished my camp stool and prepared some canvases over at my studio. Julia and Harry Donelson came from Potters Hollow by the N & D. rail road. Marion went to New York from there. How many times I have thought of dear Gertrude today. I have looked into her work box and there are all her work materials just as she left them. Many times a day a tide of sweet sorrow sweeps over me as I couple her dear presence with some trifle which once was hers. What would my life be without the sacred memories of her who so entirely fills my ideal of womanhood. All women I ever meet I instantly compare with her who must forever stand for me the peer of all.