This is Good Friday. I always know it by the cross buns Mrs. Winter sends me for breakfast and should have known it in no other way as I have not been out of my room until this evening. Sade went up to Marys today and is going home tomorrow. I am going out to Uncle Philips tomorrow to be back Monday. Have been painting on Hoes Venice and have it about down. Church was in to see me if his picture couldn't be accepted here but I told him it was impossible without the whole committee being together but that I would try and let him know in time before we were called to Philadelphia again and he could have it sent on then. He is willing to do anything but Osborne who owns the picture is fussy and there really is no need of sending it on until just before the galleries are ready. Only I gave him to understand it must have the approval of the Committee.