Monday, May 4, 1885 Sara and I cleaned my room, taking every thing out of it and taking the stove down. We both worked very hard and I tugged and lifted more than I ought to and was very tired at night. We got it all done and most of the things back in their places again. A paper came to me from Pokeepsie from which I cut this notice. Poor little Katie Wilkinson! She looked so badly when she came to my room a year ago that I did not know her and now she is gone. My father seems to Sara and me to be less able to use his lame limb. It may be the result of the cold weather for we all have rheumatic pains.