Monday, Feb 27, 1888 Still warm and bright. The snow and ice are melting rapidly. I walked down town and stopped at the stone cutters who is at work on my fathers and mothers tomb stone. It is progressing satisfactorily. We decided on the arrangement of the inscription. Sara is getting things in condition to close the house and come to N. Y. for a month. It makes me feel sad to have the place closed for the first time since it was built, but Sara needs and richly deserves a little recreation and there is no other way. She is going to N. Y. tomorrow.