Thursday, May 5, 1887 Mary and I went to Mr. Kimballs to look at stamped leather for Lucys screen, and from there to see a collection of American pictures at Ortgies gallery. There was one of mine there, a small one, but I do not know where it came from. I came to my room and finished Lucys letter and mailed it and also wrote a short note to Sara to tell her I would not be up until Sunday morning. Then I looked over my studies and have selected about what I expect to have in my sale, 75 including what pictures I have on hand. I have painted on two of them and mean to work at them gradually until I go home and take with me the remainder to work upon. I wish I were going to some pleasant place to sketch all summer for if my sale is at all satisfactory I think it would be a good plan for me to sell all my pictures in that way as I am such a poor hand to dispose of what I do. I went over to the Grand Opera House and saw Jefferson in "Rip Van Winkle." It is a trashy, miserable play, but he affected me most powerfully especially in the scene where his wife drives him out in the storm and also where after his long nap he returns and reveals him self to his daughter. I had an excellent seat for which I paid a dollar to a speculator, just double the usual price and yet it cost less than to go to any other theatre. I wonder why Jefferson after acting in this very poor play, does not do something to improve it. I went to the Century and got talking with Campbell and did not get to my room until nearly 1 oclock and awoke at 5. I think my difficulty for which I was treated by Dr. Taylor and for which I have been taking special exercises ever since is really no better. I am somewhat discouraged about it.