Rained and snowed by turns all day with the wind from the N.E. I spent the forenoon hanging a bell from the front door. In the afternoon I went to my studio and made a drawing of the full length figure of Gertrude I made two years or more ago. Had a nice letter from Booth who is playing at the Grand Opera House to crowded houses. He wants me to paint him in Don Caesar, Petruchio and Benedict. I wrote him a note tonight. Have been reading over some of darling Gertrudes letters of a year ago last winter. When I long for her and grieve for her I find a comfort in reading the loving messages she never tired of writing to me but which after all did not half express her love for me.