Tuesday, Jan 8, 1884 We all got up early and had our breakfast a little before 7 and Tom drove me up to the 7.40 train. The mercury was at zero but it did not seem very cold. Mr. Kenyon came down in the train and he and I talked a great deal. He is a man of great integrity of character and one in whom I have great confidence. The winter landscape was charming. The sun came up in a murky atmosphere betokening snow. The river is frozen clear below Haverstraw and it seemed colder when we arrived in town about 11 oclock than when we left. I started the fires in my rooms and had a hearty lunch there. Gill of Springfield and his wife came in soon after and I have promised to let him have my "Telling the bees" unless sold before his exhibition takes place. It began to snow about noon. I did not feel like going to work and the light was not good but I laid in a small picture of the moonlight effect on Sunday night. When I went over to dinner it was raining hard and still rained when I returned. Mary still suffers from her malady. Downing was down yesterday and she gave me a letter to read which he wrote her previous to his coming. I found here a long letter from Lucy expressing her great satisfaction in having the pictures of our dear mother which arrived the day after Christmas.