Wednesday, Nov 19, 1873- Just as I was hoping for a successful [?] to my letter to Mr. De Forest came one from him today saying that his sister had concluded she could not get one of my pictures this winter. It made me very despondent for in spite of myself I had built up such hopes upon her taking it that the winter looked much more inviting. He had not however received my last letter. Still I am afraid this will make no difference. I fight against disappointment but it has seriously affected my day in spite of myself. I painted as usual and in the afternoon took a long walk down to Steep Rocks and home by the Flat bush road. The snow was deep and the walking laborious but I accomplished the distance in two hours and five minutes arriving home just at dark pretty tired. The country has all the look of mid winter, the snow still clings to the trees and the sleighing on the Flat bush road is perfect. I saw some beautiful twilight effects as I came in sight of the mountains one of which I want to try tomorrow. In my hopeful frame of mind I wrote to Silleck to make me some small frames but when I received Mr. De Forests note I concluded not to send my letter at present.