Tuesday, May 24, 1887 Sara and I cleaned out the road in front of the house this forenoon and I cut the grass and carried out the vases of flowers. Sara is going to New York with Marion to return Thursday by the Powell. I dread the care of my father feeling I do not know how to care for him as Sara does. We had a slight shower this afternoon. Rain is much needed and it looks threatening tonight. I went over to my studio a little while but it was too dark. I tried putting in some figures in one of my Humboldt mountain studies but did not succeed. Miss. Forsyth and Miss Shufeldt called while Sara and Marion were in Kingston to invite us to a social party at the Church tomorrow but I told them Sara was going to New York. I am in no mood for anything of the sort. A letter from Mary today with the paper we are all to sign asking my father to make some provision for Sara for her constant care of him to the exclusion of her profession. Lucy and Andrews had signed it and sent it to her. I also got a note from the real Estate agents with terms for sale of property but they did not say any thing about the prospects for a sale, and I do not think I will put it in their hands just now.