Sunday, May 1, 1881 Emmet and I with Park took a walk down to the Point where we gave Park a bath, then through the brick yards and up to the top of Steep Rocks and home across the fields and through Ludlums Woods. He told me of Thomas's embarrassment and that he would not be able to keep his place. He had great anxiety about him. He seems to be a very earnest conscientious man, silent and with not much polish but sound and sincere at heart. I read some of dear Gertrudes letters which always bring her so near to me. There is still snow on the mountains and a cool feeling in the air but the country is very inviting. I got some beautiful hepaticas today on my walk. Mrs. Sawyer has been to the Institution for Inebriates at Boston and Dr. Day wants Maurice to come and try it, paying his expenses by writing and Sara is going on with him on Friday. It seems to be about the last hope.