This was a splendid winter morning. After breakfast I walked down to Steep Rocks to see Mr. Still to get him to go pickerel fishing, but he was not at home. They were at work on the ice clearing off the snow preparatory to cutting it and one of Stills boys told me it was 10 inches thick where it had not been disturbed. I came home by the Strand and painted the rest of the day. Lily came up on Monday and I painted the veil in my picture and have it so far advanced now that I can finish it without having her again. Gertrude stood for the hand and arm which was not done.