I will just write you a few lines without formality—
It is evening—has just struck 8—I am sitting up in my room alone—I still feel pretty well for me—went over to Phila: & took a long pleasant ride out to the Park in the open car, this afternoon—return'd about an hour ago, & had my supper—Lou is well—she went over to Phila: this forenoon, & this afternoon & evening she has had company, (Aunt Libby, & her daughter & daughter's husband—they are down stairs now)—George is well,—he has been to New York to-day, & has just return'd , & is down stairs eating his supper— mhs.00016.002_large.jpg Eddy is well & hearty—Tip ditto—We all get along pretty much in the old way—To-day I rec'd an order for five full sets of my books from England, accompanied by the money2—(which of course doesn't hurt my feelings a bit)—
I havn't been over to the Gilchrists' for about two weeks, as they are all deeply absorbed in Mrs. G's illness (from the operation)—but Lou was there a few minutes to-day—didn't see Mrs G, she is doing well, & will probably be up in a couple of weeks, or so—Lou saw Beatrice—Herbert is in New York, (up the Hudson) visiting at Mr Burroughs's—
I have rec'd a good letter from your father, dated Sept 243—he was well, & busy in his new office—So, my darlings, you see I have just rattled off all the domestic gossip & have now only room to send love from
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