Sunday, Mar 11, 1888 Sara and I dined with Mrs. Anderson and Miss Nesmith. It was raining a little when we went there. About 4 o'clock we went up to 125th St to see Gussie Pullman. Her husband is very ill and failing [?] I should say. We made a short call as many people seemed to be coming there. It is tedious to be out [?] New York on Sundays. The cars are crowded and ill ventilated and we were glad to get back to Marys where I staid until 9 o'clock when I came to my room. The rain was pouring and I rode over in the car.