Wednesday, Dec 14, 1881 Rainy and very warm. Have sat in my rooms with the windows open and no fire. Worked all day getting things in order in my bed room and am about settled now. A young man from Syracuse called and showed me his water color sketches which were very good except for some imitations of other painters. Went to the club to the first semi-monthly meeting. Weir was there. I cant help a feeling that we are growing apart. I think he is infatuated with new ways of Art and ways that are hateful to me. I dont think he has cared so much for me lately as he once did and such a discovery is always a melancholy one.