
Rec'd Clare's letter while I was at breakfast, & it sort o' struck a chill thro' me—have been thinking of you as so invulnerable—But solace myself with y'r cheery lines will no doubt be near right in two days more—Sun out here—nothing very new—fair spirits this mn'g—toast & tea & rare fresh egg—bowel voidance—glad you got the last pict's—somehow I like them best of any—(dont part with any except markedly enjoined by will & heart self)—Warry is half or three quarters sick (what they call a bilious spell)—Have been reading Osler's letter in Feb: Century on Women in Johns Hopkins—like it—Hope this will find you cheery—but that I am sure—& all right again or toward it—
Walt Whitman