Saturday, Apr 1, 1882 Painted on my Johnson picture until afternoon and went home by the 4 oclock train with a pretty heavy heart. The fates seem to be against me this winter. All my hopeful anticipations have failed and I do not know what we are going to do. I feel heart sick and like giving up. Found my mother steadily improving but my father not well. I think he worries over our condition but tries to keep up courage. I have been in this state often before but I am growing very weary of it. My mother too is very anxious and troubled and imagines disaster just as I do. Gussie came down to N.Y. today to be treated at Dr. Taylors. She is in a very feeble condition. Lucy is at home.