Sunday, Feb 20, 1887 At work all day in my room getting it settled. Put down my bedroom carpet which I had to fit and sew the border to, but it is very nice. My room is delightful and although there is yet much to be done the effect is most satisfactory. Not like a bric-a-brac shop but like a cheerful, tasteful comfortable studio. Calvert came over just before dinner and was delighted with it. Bowyer came over towards evening and he too was greatly pleased. He selected a little picture which he is going to send to a friend in Ohio who wants to do something for him and he thought it would be a good investment to give him one. Marion and I went up to Stedmans Sunday evening. It was snowing hard and is still. We met there Mr. Pabner the manager and his wife, Mrs. Genl. Roger A. Pryor with whom I talked but who struck me as a very artificial and consequently not very interesting woman. A Rev. Dr [blank] an Episcopal clergyman, very natural and hearty and an enthusiastic trout fisherman. We spent the evening pleasantly. I have not been at Stedmans home for two years.