I have had two delightful letters since I wrote you last; — letters which have made me very happy because they conveyed the impression that you were really enjoying yourself and getting thoroughly rested and relaxed. You dear thing! How glad I am to think of you actually having time to loaf at last,— history and speech both done. Everytime I think of it, it gives me fresh pleasure as if I had just shaken off a great load myself. I am having a good time too. The weather is delicious — cool and bright, and I am thoroughly enjoying the business I am about.
By the way, was the 4th Ave. man to cover the furniture,—drawing-room—that we bought from him? If it has not been settled so, would you give him the job or let Wanamaker send up there for it and do it? I should say it would depend a little on whether it was in the first man's bargain to pack and ship the goods without extra charge. But then I suppose Wanamaker would do the same.
Wasn't that a nice letter from Finley? And this one from Wilbur isn't bad; isn't he the drinking one. Who is this “Arthur Goodrich” who wrote you from the “World's Work”? It is odd he should have the same name as my old friend. Did you ever meet him? — Won't you try a Boston photographer for the “World's Work”? They make such good reproductions in that magazine, that I should like them to have one of you.
I was at “Prospect” most of the morning with the electric light man and Mr. Thompson, and have been writing business letters ever since lunch,—think I must stop now and rest a bit. The children are safe and well and happy, and we are all well.
With devoted love,