Sunday, Sept 9, 1888 Yesterday and today were the anniversaries of the battles in the Mexican War of (I think) Chapultepec and Malino del Ray. It has been grey and warm all day. I went down to John McEntees after breakfast. He had gone out. Julia told me he had taken Nannie back to Middletown on Friday much against her wishes. She said he had to carry her to the carriage, but it was the wisest thing to do. I have written to Sara. The annual experience of boys and grown men tormenting us by climbing the fences into the orchard is in full blast. I do not know what to do but to keep away and try not to see it. Calvert returned to N. Y. this evening.