Monday, Dec 19, 1881 I came down by the early train leaving before any one was up and had my breakfast at Pokeepsie. It was a most lovely Indian summer day and the soft morning light transfigured every thing along the river. At Brickneck[?] or rather Button[?] hole I saw a suggestion for a picture and when I got to my room I began a small picture of the effect from recollection. As I got fairly into it James Gifford called and he and I had a long talk over Sanfords will. He said he had always wished to talk with me about it and was glad I opened the subject. Soon after he left Miss Ford called. I hardly know what to make of her. She seems determined to paint and it seems to me she never will get on. At the Council this evening we discussed the coming exhibition and the plan of giving a dinner in the main gallery and inviting representative men and the President of the United States and making it a distinguished affair. We did not positively decide but the feeling was favorable to the idea.