Saturday, Oct 13, 1888 It rained all night but made an attempt to clear this morning. The men came to put up the hall stove while we were at breakfast. I discovered that the upper sheet iron cylinder was rusted out and this had to be made new. Still that was done, this and the stove for my (mothers) room cleaned and put up by noon. Cloudy all afternoon and occasional sprinkles of rain. Tom is not able to help yet but was over here today. The color is rapidly coming on but is not yet at its best. I was down town this morning and have been on the go all day so that I am very tired tonight. A letter came from Lucy saying she would not be here this week. Julia Dillon called. Sade and I read in Macauley. Last night Sara and I sat in the parlor in the evening and I read Macauley. It is pleasant to be by ourselves once more although I wished very much for Lucy.