Sunday, Feb 19, 1888 I walked down to Johns but the servant said he had just gone to ride. However shortly after I got back home he drove up for me to go for a ride. We drove out to the bridge beyond Glen Erie, crossed over and came back by Plattskill church and through Kingston having had a charming ride, not cold and not thawing perceptibly. The sleighing is fine and the snow very deep making it difficult to turn out. After dinner Sara and I went over to Girards. The little girl has the whooping cough and looked thin and ill. From there we called on the Cantines who told us all about entertaining Charles Dickens, who made a most agreeable impression upon them. I came back to N. Y. in the 7.45 train which however was nearly an hour late.