June 6, 1884--Today brought the strangest visitor. Just after noon a woman came to the veranda where I was resting. It was La Reina Lugo, the one Christian Beveridge took away. She was dressed very fine, with satin shoes, flowers in her hair, and in tow, a little boy. She did not know the farm and the cannery had been bought by Mr. Vernon, and she was looking for her parents. I said she was in luck, for they still lived near by. Asked her to sit a spell. It was hot and her child was crying. To put her to ease, I said her family was fine and had not suffered in the floods. She asked her carriage-man to wait--such a fine carriage!