Sunday, May 22, 1887 Still the smoky weather with a hot south wind. I wrote to Mr. Sawyer and tried to write as cheerfully as I could. It was an effort to seem cheerful. Girard told me a man wants to buy the lot adjoining Woolsey on Chestnut St and will give five hundred dollars for it 50ft on Chestnut St and running back as I understood something like 400 ft. This is not a third what we consider it worth but Woolsey has sold him the adjoining lot 50 x 100 for $300. I mean to sell if possible at some price, but this is an awful come down and I am afraid he is not a purchaser who will add to the value of the adjoining property. We brought my father down stairs before dinner and he has spent most of the day on the back porch lying down most of the time. He had to be more comfortable in his room. I am about as worried and unhappy as a man can be. Sadie Crosby came up to see Marion and young Blauvelt came later. They both staid to tea. I am in no mood to see any one.