Sunday, Mar 27, 1887 Went home by 9.55 train. Tom met me with the buggy. The storm of snow early in the week broke down the great heavy poles of the telephone Co. It was a mild day and I walked over to see how the men were getting on with the grading of Chester St. They had made a big hole in the bank which, fortunately is almost all sand. Sara had heard from Janette and Emily and they are coming on Tuesday for a visit. Mrs. Davis had written Sara wanting to come back to live with us, but she was obliged to decline in a kind letter to her. My father looks as well as usual but is not inclined to talk much. Girard, several weeks ago was asked by McCausland if we would name a price on our place. He said he would confer with me. McCausland did not say who it was, but that it was a party from New York. We subsequently heard it was Sam Coykendall. He came again to Girard last week and he answered that before we could consider the question we would have to know who it was. I told Girard not to show any curiosity not [sic] anxiety but to let them come to him.