Wednesday, Mar 12, 1884 Answering a knock at my door this morning I found a lady a stranger apparently who remarked "you dont know me" It proved to be Mrs. French nee Katy Wilkinson looking so thin and wan that I did not recognize her. They are here in the city preparatory to Col. French's departure for Alaska where he is to be collector at Sitka. She is not to go with him at present. I have not worked much today--am waiting for a canvas on which I am going to paint a larger picture. I am getting a little anxious about ways and means for the summer. My money is going to pay notes and expenses for the Rondout establishment and no new supply in prospect. I shudder at the prospect of being out of money. There seems so little demand for pictures that really painting as a means of livelihood in this country is very precarious.