Monday, Dec 14, 1874- Today I arranged the satin dress on a frame I constructed and have painted all day on the lower part of it but not with the success I hoped for. Have kept it on the same place and hope to finish it tomorrow. It was raining this morning but tonight it is cold and windy. My father is still quite unwell and does not go out of the house. It troubles me to see him so feeble and he is depressed mentally. I wish I could shoulder all his burdens. Old people ought to have no harassing cares.