Wednesday, Apr 19, 1882 Full of anxiety. Went up to see the Rinners about my picture sold in New Orleans but they had nothing to say except that they sent the price $450 and must have got it from a card on my picture. They have written to see if there is such a card and are evidently exercised about it. I think the blunder is with them. Spent the evening at Marys, too unhappy to go out. When I started for my room it had begun to rain and then to pour. I ran in to the Century and did not get away until midnight. Thompson was there and he walked down to the building with me telling me some of his troubles which are not light ones. We all have our troubles. When I came in found a letter from Sara telling me my father is sick and that Joe had written to ask if the Osmans could come to spend the month of May in Rondout. Sara had to write that it was impossible. I went to bed feeling most wretched and despondent.