Dear Grace I am waiting impatiently to hear from you. The master is so trying. I feel it very much and so does Kitt, but he is better than he was. I heard last week that Mrs. Brooks was very ill. I hope she is better. Give my dearest love to your Mother. I hope she is improving. When will you leave town again? Come to lunch here, if convenient. My rheumatism makes me so stiff I can hardly walk. Love L.K.J.