
You will be pleased to know that Han continues to improve, although the weather is barbarous—cold, damp— —
She walks better, about the house—cooked some potatoes for herself, shared with
me. Mrs Church takes her a small piece of beef, twice a week,
which strengthens her very much. I am quite poorly—grippe—attacks my
stomach—yet I succeed in managing the fires, and keep the house
comfortable—
I am grateful to you, kind old friend, for the needed aid you send us—Walt is so good—Han says—
Charlie—Should have failed ago, brother Walt, but for you this winter.
Thanks again