Thursday, Nov 29, 1888 Thanksgiving day. Grey and still with occasional rain or mist. We sat in the house all day, Mary, Sara Lucy and I. We had our dinner at 5.30 we four with Sedgwick and Jamie McEntee. We had invited Girard and Mary but little Girard was not well and they sent word they would not come. Just before we sat down to dinner Julia Dillon came up having had her dinner alone. John had driven up to Clermont. The new stove seems to work admirably being so easily regulated.