
Han is better this morning, yesterday she could scarcely stand up—back is weak—Appetite good however—or so-so
Weather indescribable, chilly from the Adirondacks, and the Lake.
Persons occasionally enquire how I manage to provide, knowing that I sell so few paintings,
at so low a price—I tell them our good friend and brother, Walt, sends
us a dollar, at times 2 every few days—and sometime since, sent 5 by mail—which
with my contriving helps us—which is appreciated.
People are surprised and pleased—under the impression you are so poor—in money—
I suppose that George does not care much for us—
Han tires sometimes, thinks we had better sell, get a smaller place, and have some money—but this is such a pretty situation.
Gratefully Yours Charlie & Han.
