August 7, 1898

Sunday again. Fine hot weather. Expected company did not come. Paper business was rotten. It was the dullest sunday I ever had. Took in only 3.57. Dont know what to do. Stayed at home the rest of the day, only took a walk around the block with Martha, to give her a little fresh air. Expect to get a little one, soon. Wonder what it will be. Boy or girl.