Thursday, May 13, 1886 This is the second anniversary of Gussies death and I have thought of her and that last sad morning. It has been a rainy day. Weir and Hubbard came in the afternoon. Weir and I left for New Haven by the 3 oclock train. Found Mrs. Weir awaiting us and more charming than ever. Louise is nearly sixteen and Edith a tall girl, and both very interesting. Louise is much like her Aunt Lily. We sat in the Library after dinner and renewed the friendship of many years in reminiscences and talk of those who were our mutual friends in the past. I find them refining and sweetening as the years go by, liberal and hopeful in their views of life and trying patiently to understand and accept its lessons.