Friday, July 13, 1888 The weather is remarkably cool as it was yesterday. I slept under two blankets last night and today it has been a little too cool for comfort in the shade. I went down town and got a letter from Church asking me to come up on Monday. I replied at once and said I would come by Day boat and land at Hudson. I have been at home all day expecting the real Estate agent from N. Y. to inspect our place but he has not come. I find myself alone here a great deal. The rest of the household remain in their rooms most of the time and I find it very lonely. I hope to get to work soon and have already written out to Seager on Dry Brook to see if he can take me. I have thought a great deal of Grant Van Deusen today lying dead in his fathers house. They will miss him sadly and such a young life taken from our very midst is a very sad event. His step mother has always been devoted to him and I think his fathers hopes have been centered in him. His fathers brothers are all dead, George having died only a few weeks ago and I think Grants death will be an almost crushing blow to him. We have not heard from Lucy for two weeks but Sara had a short letter from Jamie today who is confined to the house by a lameness.