
Your welcome card of 3d came to hand yesterday afternoon. You seem to be holding your own but no more. As spring opens, soon now, I look for you to pick up a little. I ought to have sent you word each day while I was sick but having told you that I should be all right in a couple of days I took it for granted you would accept that as positive and be quite easy. I am well again, go my round, &c & as usual—feel first rate too—good appetite, sleep well, &c. Yes, I flatter myself I have an A.I. Constitution and am about as little likely to break down as any one of your numerous acquaintanaces—be this as it may I must try and live for awhile yet for I have quite a little, I should like to do before I go
Love to you always R M Bucke
