Friday, June 29, 1888 Still grey and cool. I built a little fire on the hearth. Calvert went away by morning train. John Olmstead came up for a short time and was to return to Boston via Albany. I told him we wanted to sell our place and he walked about with me and looked at it. Every morning the weight of the coming changes presses upon me to the exclusion almost of every thing else. I know it does no good but I am so apprehensive now that my profession seems no longer a dependence that I cannot be indifferent. If I had money to meet all the demands I would be content but living beyond my means is a constant unhappiness to me. Jas Tubbys wife who used to be Susan McCausland is to be buried today. I have known her from childhood and she was one of my youthful admirations. Sara and I went to her funeral and walked up to the cemetery, ahead of the procession which did not start until we were nearly home. She and I called at the Cantines. Her sister is there for the summer. Mr & Mrs. Van Slyck were there. I received a note from Wood dated from Pittsburgh enclosing one from Nicoll indicating that the sale of the A. M. A. Society for the benefit of Mrs. Darley is to be held in connection with the sale of the Artists fund Society. I do not understand by whose arrangement, but I presume through the Committee in charge.