Sunday, Nov 18, 1883 Beautiful Indian Summer day. Went to my studio and painted a little portrait of my mother from the one I painted from her, trying some changes in it which I think will improve it. Mary is sick with Erysipelas. I sent for Dr Chalker on Saturday night and he has been to see her today. Her face is very much swollen and she has been in bed all day. I am anxious about her although the Dr. says there are no alarming symptoms. I wrote to Calvert this evening telling him just how she is, and also to Sara.