This morning came several disagreeable circumstances but I have tried to face them all down and went to work and made a sketch of a fine quiet grey sky out of the window. Every day now the clouds gather and the landscape lies in shadow most of the time. I received a note from Haven Putnam enclosing one from his Aunt in which she regretted not seeing us when we called thinking we were to be at the hotel, where she sent her carriage the next day for us to take a ride and to invite us to her house. He also said he had written to Sarony who had asked the price of my little pictures in their window but had as yet not heard from him. As I am in need of money I have written Sarony, who is a genuine artist, to tell him that I would like the money for my pictures and that if he wants to buy them I will let him have them at considerably less than my price. I hear there are so many strangers in New York now that I think it would be well for me to go down and be in my studio for a while in hopes that I might sell something.