I got a letter from Lora this morning telling me Edwin Thompson died yesterday morning at 7 o’clock. I sent a note with our delivery man to tell Zella. Mrs Wood was real sick last night and has been in bed most all day. It was foggy this morning but beautiful this after noon and warm. Zella came over to-night. She had gotten a letter from home yesterday. Ma has been sick and Lora had to stay from school but she was some better. I have been feeling miserable all day. Edwin’s funeral will be to-morrow at 10 o’clock A.M.