He and I eat at a little table set on the side porch, or sometimes
omit details; they are too many and complicated. I ever shall sleep again--or eat either. But I hope you slept; afraid your secretary might open the letter.
And as for Florence, she is hopeless--but oh! such a little beauty.
It's a deteriorating process, evidently. anything like it before. Molecules and Atoms are the material employed, Yours, studying hard,