Monday, June 25, 1888 I went down town and saw the havoc the fire made yesterday. It is not so hot as yesterday and there is a breeze. I am unhappy because I am idle. I would like to go West and would go if I thought I could make it profitable. I went downtown and saw the ruins of yesterdays fire. Old Mrs. Rice 85 years or more of age perished by suffocation. I came over to my studio and painted on my mothers picture which is better but does not look enough like her yet. Marion & Bowyer went to N. Y. this morning.