Thursday, Dec 9, 1880 Began a picture of a snow effect I saw on my way home from Whittredges, on an old canvas. I get a very good tone but the canvas is so rough I shall have to scrape it. Mr. Pratt came down from the Museum and wanted to catalogue the rest of Giffords sketches. He had had a letter from Weir telling him he could not come down so I went and asked Whittredge to assist me in selecting them. We brought the portfolios down to my room and selected about 140 to put into the sale. I have a most discouraged feeling all the time, but I keep at work but there is a kind of a hopeless look ahead and I seem drifting toward disaster. No one comes near the building to buy our work or even look at it and how I am to pay the already great demands upon me it is impossible to tell. I know I should feel better if I were selling my work. This constant state of trouble about ones money affairs must at last wear men out. A letter from Sara.