Monday, Sept 7, 1885 I received a letter from Mrs. Warren Friday night which was not very satisfactory. She speaks of not having seen the picture and apparently she is not to see if for some time and says nothing about paying me for it. The weather remains cool. I am wearing my winter clothes and sleeping under three blankets. The most of the summer visitors have gone home from the mountains. Cousin Rachel went home by the Powell this morning. I heard her and Tom drive off in the dark. We sit by the fire in the parlor every evening, Mary, Sara and I, my father retiring early. I have been reading in my diary of 1872 and 1873 and come upon many things I had forgotten and many events connected with those who are gone from the earth and whose lives were closely connected with my own. I drove down town after dinner for the drain tile I ordered from Albany but they did not come. While I was busy in my room this afternoon Mary called out to me that boys were clubbing the apple trees and paid no attention to her. I took the whip and went around towards my house and came pretty suddenly upon them when they scattered. I caught up two of them however and tickled their bare legs pretty well with the whip. Our servant girls afterwards told me they were boys from the Industrial Home and so this is my second assault on the "orphans and the fatherless". I should not have punished them in this way had I known they were from there.