Sunday, Oct 26, 1884 I blackened my stove today and got my hands already rough and sore in a still more blackened and fearful condition. It was very cold last night the mercury marking 20 this morning. My father said he had slept cold as I did. It has been cold all day and this afternoon I started my fire. This evening it is milder with prospect of a storm. I wrote to Downing and to Alice and sent $27 to Rock on a/c. Julia Dillon was here at tea and stays over night. My father has been more feeble today more because I think he makes no effort against it. Life seems triste and dull here just now.