Wednesday, Dec 21, 1887 Painted all day on my larger Autumn picture but am worried over it. I find some artists always seem satisfied with what they do. I sometimes wish I could be better satisfied with mine. Mr. Smith did not come. I hoped to make some arrangement with him to sell my little pictures but the idea of selling any thing seems to be utterly vain. I spent the evening quietly at Marys and then came to my room and looked over old letters for an hour. I am trying to get rid of a mass of old letters and bills which have accumulated for years.