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improved. Talks much more distinctly and was herself.

Sunday 26. A beautiful winter day. Calvert and I took a long walk out in the Flatbush road and home by the "Roatina". Found Joe Tomkins there when we arrived last night.

Monday 27 Calvert and I took another pleasant walk out through the woods to the "Steene Ranpe" and home across fields. Park always goes along and it is delightful to witness the enjoyment he has in our rambles. I think dogs must have some of the same kind of enjoyment in such things as men have for nothing can be plainer than that Park understands me when I speak of taking a walk. He knew too that Calvert was to go too for when I was ready to go he went to the door and barked for Calvert who was inside and when I let him in he went into all the rooms looking until he found him. Calvert and I came down by 6 o'clock train. Heavy ice in the river. We went over in a tug. The ferry boat was not on the river having started ahead of time. We passed her. Today she was two hours in the ice. The train was 20 minutes late. I sat in a seat with Tom Evans. At Gamicus one engine broke down and by this delay we did not reach town until 11. We were due at 9. I was very hungry and went to the Century where I ate too much and went directly to bed.

Tuesday 28. Awoke with a bad feeling in my head. Had a great many things to do. Packed and sent off my little bed to be used up home and worked until noon, my headache increasing when I went out and got half a bottle of champagne which I drank. Girard lunched with me. My headache lasted all afternoon and until after dinner but was at no time distracting. Joe Tomkins came down this evening.

Wednesday March 1. 1882
A dark rainy day. Painted a little picture of Pasture which Calvert is going to give to Emma Brace. I wish I were at work on some good subject but I feel jaded and there seems no stimulus to work. With all the pictures I have not one sells and I am very much troubled. I have been here all winter and sold only one picture for $300 and even that one I have not been paid for. I am sick at heart and look to the future with a feeling of terror. Went to the club last night and wrote a desponding letter to Mrs. Sawyer. I ought not to write to anyone while I feel so discouraged. 

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