Saturday, May 23, 1885 Rainy. Breakfasted alone. Calvert was writing some report and had his breakfast in his room. Received a letter from Hanna & Ives of Detroit saying the little picture (Indian Summer[)] had arrived, that they liked it and hoped to sell it soon. Went home by afternoon train. Powell commenced today. We passed her at Caldwells. Beautiful spring landscapes all the way up. The train struck a man just as we approached Newburgh but did not kill him. They are always very reticent and I could learn nothing. Tom met me and the hill was delightful as we drove up, with the odors of the lilacs in the soft evening air. Mary Gifford was there having come in the forenoon and she and Mary and Sara and I had much to talk about. She is not well and not happy.