Friday, Aug 1, 1884 Girard and Mary went up to the Kaatskill Mountain House this morning and returned this evening. They had a perfect day. I have looked over my sketching materials and am waiting as patiently as I can to have Turcks affair settled so that I can get off, but it seems to dawdle along interminably. I suppose there is always a certain amount of routine in such matters and unfortunately we cannot expedite it. I set out some strawberry plants in the new bed which I had Tom make, have been down town to do some errands, and this afternoon my father and I drove up to the West Shore depot to meet Willie, Tom McEntees boy who has come to stay until Monday. Calvert came up by the Powell this evening, Bowyer sent some word by him which is wholly unsatisfactory to me but has not condescended to write me in full explanation. I dont like this and he may make up his mind to manage without my help if he does not choose to confide in me.