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on the ferry boat with his mother and his grandmother. There were four generations in his home. It rained all the way down. Found a letter from Maurice quite serious and sensible in tone

Tuesday May 17th 1881 My picture came home from the Academy today. Thats the encouragement a leading American artist gets who paints original pictures. Have decided to go home for the summer this week and have got some of my things together. Painted on dear Gertrudes portrait and am getting it better. Called to see Mrs. Carter about Miss Ford but she was not in. Miss Leggett sent me a note saying she could not think of any thing for her. I presume she will have to stay here and starve. I wish I had some money I would buy her some clothes and send her to the country. Calvert and I went up to Eastman Johnsons and spent the evening. He seems to have plenty to do and is flourishing from his portraits. He sent Mrs Pullman to see my picture at the Academy and recommended her to buy it. She went with Phil. Said she liked it very much but "had a picture very like it." I guess not.

Wednesday 18. Painted on Gertrudes picture. Mrs Halliwell called for pictures for Chicago. She explained the Lydian Art Gallery to me and convinced me it was no place to send pictures. I concluded to let her have my Academy picture and one of my [[?]] pictures. Miss Ford came. She looks very poor and half starved. I talked with her about Mrs. Lane and told her I would write to her which I did later at the Century. Called on Fred Sawyers wife and took her veil and a photograph of Gertrude but she is out of town. I left them with the hotel clerk. Went to the Century and Thompson introduced me to a Mr. Haskell of Boston.

Thursday 19. The weather is cold and rainy and has been all week. I wrote Jansen Anderson I would go fishing with him next Monday. Pinchot called. Has just returned from Paris leaving his family there. Painted on Gertrudes portrait. Dined with Eastman. Mayor Wilkinson called

Friday 20. Awoke too late for breakfast and had it in my room. Am packing up to go home. It is melancholy business. I look over so many things which recall the past all of it so intimately associated with dear Gertrude, that it saddens and depresses me. All changes trouble me now. I always think now when I go away that perhaps I may never return. I wish I could drop everything and go without giving over all these things which so wring my