Thursday, July 12, 1883 My father is about again today and seems to have almost entirely recovered. Downing is at work building a closet in his room, the room which poor Maurice occupied. I read one of Maurices letters to me from Boston in May 1881 in which he gives a touching picture of the slavery he was under. In view of that confession it seems to me I ought to have been more forbearing with him. There is something frightful in this appetite when it once takes possession and I believe few ever recover from it. I cant think of him now but with the greatest pity for he proved by his tragic death his inability to control himself. I used to think he could help it if he would. This afternoon I painted a study of hollyhocks out at the side of the house. I am most anxious to be at work and hope Whittredge and I can go together for a short time at least. Mary went to N. Y . today by the day boat to be gone until Saturday when Calvert will probably come up with her.