Tuesday, Dec 1, 1885 Thus begins the winter. Raw and chilly with prospect of snow. Another letter from Sara. Her face was better. She had got my letter. Nannie had spent the afternoon with her and John came up in the evening. My father seemed dizzy as he went to his room and John assisted him. Sara thought it arose from indigestion and he was all over it when she wrote. I have been painting on my large brook picture, more especially on the water and I think I have greatly improved it. I am going to sent it to The Union League Club. Took the photogravures up to Perry to let him look at them. His judgment was the same as mine and he gave me some idea of the process. Bradford was there and gave me tickets for his lecture on the Arctic regions this evening which Mary and I went to hear.