Thursday, July 17, 1890 Sara and I attended Mr. Fitch's funeral today at 3 o'clock. It rained a little when we started. We came down by the horse car as far as Chester St. and went up and called at the Ludlums. The weather looked so dark and threatening in the West that we were obliged to hurry home but it did not rain hard. There was however thunder and lightning. We saw Helen for a moment. She was lying in her bed where she has lain for more than twenty years, I think white haired and fast becoming an old lady. I suppose such a life has its consolations and compensations, but I wonder what they are. Poor Mrs. Waters has all this family to look after and no servant and not even a nurse for Helen. Arlna is I presume, as usual, wrapped up in Foreign Missions and cant devote much time to her "Home Mission". She bores me with her religious nonsense.
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