[Footnote 1: Her grandchild.]
I must stop; Vida has come for my mail, and is going to the post-office on her bicycle. She and Mr. Sidney are never so happy as when taking long bicycle rides on these fine English country roads.
With warmest greetings to Colonel Morse and Ethel, and ever loving remembrance to you, dear friend, I am, as always,
Ever yours,
J.C.C.
11 BARTON STREET, WEST KENSINGTON,
LONDON, January 29, 1899.
My dear friend:
I have been wondering these many days where you are and how it is with you. How I have wished that you were near by, and that we could have taken some of my lonely, painful "duty" walks upon crutches together. I miss your sympathy and ever ready kindness… I suffer terribly now with sore and swollen feet—the result of pain, stiffness, strain in movement, and lack of exercise. But I am stronger. I can now lift my arms and brush my own hair…
We are having beautiful weather just now. We have had sunshine for a week, and people go about announcing the fact with joy and surprise, as if a new Saviour had arisen; all but the Americans, newly come, who complain about everything, rain or shine…
J.C.C.
LONDON, Jan. 16, 1901.