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her age & thin & full of mischief. She loves poetry. Not that that's a logical consequence of mischievousness! She just does. Bobs has done some very nice watercolors -- childish, of course, as they should be-- but lovely in color & pattern. Felix is quite delighted with them & preserves them carefully. How I wish we had known you were to be in the city. We should certainly have gone in if we could have seen you for only a moment. Do let us know the next time, will you? One of those old evenings -- you reading a story or a poem from your Bible. Do you remember them? We certainly shall never forget -- they meant a great deal to us. I think my mind is shaping round for work again. I haven't had a chance to do anything or had even a scrap of gray matter for so long, that it is a constant astonishment & joy to me to find ideas in my head. Felix is working like a slave -- one of his "periods" of inspiration. He is painting quite differently now -- I'd like you to see