Wednesday, Apr 27, 1887 Mary and I came away by the 7.40 train. I feel wretchedly with a head ache and great depression of spirit. Poor Sara with her monotonous and trying round of duties keeps more cheerful than I do. It seems cruel to leave her alone there and I think I shall go there before long. There really seems no need of my staying here. Not a soul apparently has been here since I went away. I found a letter from Alice from whom I have not heard in a long time. I felt very badly and my head ached so that I could not work so I went down town and settled upon the design for Mrs. Folant which is to be sent to me on Friday. Will Bishop whose parents live in the Stuyvesant Apartment home died today. He used to visit Marion and was about 11 years old. He has been ill for a year. I spent the evening at home coming to my room about ten oclock. When I feel so depressed as I do now I do not care to see any one.