Tuesday, Jan 17, 1882 Today Reid was to come out of prison. I have been thinking of him and wondering what the world will seem like with this brand upon him, and how he will meet his young children and renew their acquaintance and explain his long absence if indeed they have not forgotten him. What a sad history. I painted all day on my Academy picture and am getting it now in a state in which it is a great pleasure to work on it. Downing came over and we worked on our braid until 12 oclock. I had Mrs. Winter send us up a little supper of some birds and some lemonade.