Sunday, Sept 7, 1884 We have passed another hot day and as it has been the third one I hope tomorrow may be cooler. A thunder storm passed north of us this afternoon and there is a cooler breeze tonight. We had little Girard and Charlie to dinner with us today. Charlie is a thoughtful little fellow and interested in being talked to. Girard is sturdy and matter-of-fact. I wrote to Alice, to Downing, to Bowyer and sent a check to Devoe & Co. for my bill. My father seems to feel well and much stronger than last week. Sara and I sat all the evening on the front porch and talked of our dear ones who are gone, wondering if they are together and conscious of our love and regret for them. What a comfort Sara is to me and what a satisfaction that we can speak of our loved ones with the same sacred interest. I often try to think what life would be were I entirely alone and feel myself blessed in all my losses that I am not alone.