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Thursday 11. I came to my studio with a melancholy longing for dear Gertrude. Reading that letter of hers has brought her so close to me again that I feel with a fresh pang her absence. It has snowed all day and I have been painting on her portrait and I think I have it better than I ever had before. Brown the Academy salesman came in to see me. He advises me to send two small pictures and I have concluded to do so. He thinks he will be sure to sell them. I had a letter from Alice delighted that she is to have the piano. Went to Mr. Gordons annual artists party which was very pleasant as usual. There were many new artist faces and I felt disinclined to move about much and make new acquaintances.

Friday 12. Am still in the dentists hands. Sleighs were moving in the streets last night. Sheldon of the Post called on me today to see the Booth pictures. He would like to write an article for Harper and have the series engraved. I told him I would speak to Booth about it. Miss Liggett called to get me to sign a paper endorsing her reading room for ladies and gentlemen which she proposes to open in 5" Avenue. Coast brought in a lady and gentleman from Colorado. I sent my creation Morning on the Delaware to Buffalo price $500. Mary and Gussie went out to Montclair today and brought Cornelia back with them. She stayed at Marys. I called to bid Gussie and Joe goodbye. They are going to Hillsboro on Monday.

Saturday 13. My pictures went to the Academy today. I sent four, "The edge of a Wood" 24 x 36 "Waste Places" 20 x 24. "November" 12 x 14 and "A Pool in Autumn 12 x 14. Mary and I went to Rondout by Wallkill Valley. I met her and Cornelia over the river at the station and Cornelia went to Montclair. We found my father much better.

Monday 15. Came back today by noon train. I had a very satisfactory visit home notwithstanding the melancholy which seems to brood over all there when I so much miss dear Gertrude. What I suffer in my longing for her there I can never express and it saddens me afresh always to come away. I am glad Nannie is to be there for a while and wish I could have staid there with her. Yesterday I wrote to Mr. Irvin, to Booth, to Janette and