Monday, Nov 23, 1885 Had my breakfast at 7 and came away with the 7.40 train. Tom drove me up through a snow storm from the North and it continued to snow clear down to N. Y. Now it is raining. I brought a roll of canvas down with me and have been sketching and coloring several, it being too dark to paint. I was sorry to come away and leave poor Sara there alone this gloomy day. She is so brave but I could see she dreaded my going. It rained dismally when I went over to dinner and the wind blew in gusts from every direction apparently so that an umbrella was of little use. Mary informed me Osman had been there and was coming tomorrow to lunch. I went directly after dinner to Rossiter Johnsons in 16th St. near our house and attended and to my surprise took part in the reading of the "Merchant of Venice". There were a dozen or more people there and it did not break up until near midnight.