I am afraid I can't get off much of a letter today for Stockton is having a bad day again and I must be with him practically all the time. He tried walking out early which enabled Mr. Whightman & I to get through with the correspondence comfortably. Yesterday he was so very bright that I began to hope the battle was won but he went to New York and found that something was wrong with his kidneys, and that upset him again completely. He does'nt know at all how serious it is; the doctor told him it was “nothing to fret about” but at the same time looked,– he said, very grave. I wrote to him myself last night demanding to know what it is, for I must keep steady myself and uncertainties are always –to me – more hard to bear than anything else. Stockton is making a splendid fight for self-control and so far he has not lost it today— that is since he got up.
We are all well and there is no news. I went into Phila. yesterday & finished my shopping,—got a beautiful hat! The weather continues wonderful – I am so thankful for that.
With inexpressible love,