4 Friday, June 18, 1897 The day dawned bright and warm, a glorious summer day that Grandfather would have enjoyed. Fanny could easily picture him sitting on the balcony outside his bedroom on a day such as this. But Grandfather wouldn’t be sitting on the balcony this day or any other. Instead, he would be buried in the huge family plot next to Grand-mère in Mount Hope Cemetery. Relatives had been arriving at the mansion—crawling out of the woodwork, as Grandfather used to say. There had been no