Dr. B[ucke] still here but expects to go in day or two—the meter enterprise goes on swimmingly—N[elly]'s card rec'd & welcom'd this forenoon. I am sitting here by the stove as usual—have just sent over five big books to McKay, on order—Fine & sunny here. (Spring is creeping along rapidly). F'm fair to middling with me—barring bad cold in the head & stupid monotony—
Walt Whitman