Tuesday, Mar 20, 1883 Wintry cold again. I am afraid these violent changes will be bad for my poor mother. Spent the day trying to paint an evening effect in the mountains with mist rising from a sketch I made when we were at Bracketts more than twenty years ago. Fuller thought he would like it if I could succeed in it but I do not succeed. The fact is I am in no mood to produce any thing. A Mrs. Smith from Detroit called with Macy the artist to get a picture for an exhibition in September. A Mr. [?] of Springfield called. Joe and Gussie dined at Marys. Calvert and I called at Mrs. Thurbers but she was not at home and we returned to 18th St. George Sand says in her Historie de ma vie which I am reading with great interest "in our factious society, the total absence of money constitutes an impossible situation, frightful misery or complete powerlessness." She knew [?] terrors and its slavery.