Letter to Langdon Cheeves Stewardson

              all of the English and American illustrated magazines we could lay our hands on, and our rooms are piled high with this literature. I have also read out loud to her for about fifteen minutes at a time once or twice a day, from the very simplest and non-stimulating story.

The change in her is really very remarkable, for it is from very extreme nervousness and wretchedness most of the time to a very happy condition. She now realizes that her ultimate recovery will be a matter not of weeks, but of many months, but in spite of this, as she sees herself definitely going up hill, she is entirely reconciled.

I have no doubt that she might have done even better to have gone into a sanitarium, under a doctor who would have known just what to do every minute during the day, but I think she would have hardly had the same freedom even that she has now. I cannot tell you how greatly relieved I am to find a definite road out of this trouble. It is such an intangible illness that one does not know which way to turn.

We shall stay right here in our little cottage until it becomes too cold in the fall. By that time it may be possible for Lou to go back to our home at Chestnut Hill, although I think this highly unlikely. We shall more than probably have to spend the fall and possibly part of the winter under similar conditions, very likely further south.

We have had you and Mrs. Stewardson in mind so many times, and I can assure you both of our very warment sympathy.

Very sincerely yours,