...th them on Sunday, of picnics and sailing parties. Still, in dreams, she calls back the lost daughter; still records with anxious care each visionary word and gesture. Dreamed this morning of Charles Sumner and dearest Julia. She was talking to me; part of the time reclining on a sort of lounge. I said to some one, This is our own dear Julia, feel how warm she is. .. .I think I said something about ...