Sunday, Feb 26, 1888 A bright warm day. I wrote to Lucy [?] Sara had had a letter describing a leap year party they had had at the post. John McEntee dined with us and Bowyer, who came last night just as we were going to bed. John seemed cheerful but one can see that his anxiety concerning Nannie has told upon him. Sara and I talked of dear Gertrude in the evening with tears. In view of the changes which seem to lie near to us in the future I turn to her and remember what a comfort and a blessing she was in every trouble and anxiety. All my thoughts of her are ennobling and full of satisfactions. She never disappointed my highest ideal of womanhood and the memory of her life which remains, even to her mere acquaintances is a constant solace to me.