The mountains white with snow and the wind cold and fresh from the North. I began my little picture and did all I could to it by noon when I brought Jamies wagon up to my room and varnished it. This afternoon I wrote to Eastman Johnson and to Mrs. Frank Weeks. All afternoon have thought so sadly of Gertrude. This evening I took some of her embriodery down stairs to show Miss Wilkins. The Fleurs-de-lis and the seat for a painting stool. They were all put away nicely and marked so that she would know just where to find them. All was order and neatness about her. This evening I wrote to Downing, to Mrs. Bachelder, to Booth and a note to Miss Durfee asking about my picture and why my money does not come. Little Sedgewick sang the bugle calls which he has caught by hearing them sounded in the Army. We got out Gertrudes curtain material and her box of stuffs to see the effect of some of them on the curtains. All had been put away in the greatest neatness and order.