Thursday, Dec 29, 1881 It has rained nearly all day and has been dark, close and gloomy. Could paint but little. Improved the time to color some canvasses with a tint made of color mixed with water which I think will make a good surface to paint upon. Whittredge brought Mrs. Little (I think) to my room, daughter of the Mr. Battelle who called on me last week. She seemed to know my pictures, talked sympathetically of the country and was a little bit sentimental, which is very pardonable in a pleasant lady who likes ones pictures. Whittredge left and she made quite a long call. Said her father would want one of my pictures and that he would come to see me. Julia Gifford Wilkinson and her daughter Edith called, Edith a great girl, taller than her mother. She talked to me about a family monument and seemed desirous to get some suggestion. Says Mary is improving and is still with them. Mr. Boynton & Mr. Mitchell came in. Mitchell is a cousin of Mrs. Pomeroy nee Hoffman who was in Rome with us. Richardt came. Wants a picture. I think he is interested in selling my work. Skinner called. At half past four I went up to Mrs. Whitelaw Reids reception. It was not raining then fortunately but otherwise as sloppy and dismal as possible. Met Judge Robertson the new collector who was the cause of the Conkling defection also his wife a pleasant lady who knew my pictures. By the way how pleasant these people who know what we have done. Mrs. Eastman Johnson was there, Mr & Mrs. Botta[?], Stedman, Mrs. Barnard and a number of my friends. Reid was very cordial and friendly as he always has been to me. He introduced me to a very pretty young lady Miss Remington who he said was the prettiest girl in the room and I think he was right. Joe and Gussie were at dinner. I awoke late and breakfasted with them at the Brevoort. Wrote to Miss Nesmith yesterday that with her permission I would call on her this evening but not hearing from her did not go. A note from Miss Teale wanting me to call on her under the impression it is not the correct thing to call alone at my studio, the giddy young creature.