I am glad you will consent to tolerate the new photograph--all my
other friends are desperately delighted with it. I prefer your
tolerance.
But I don't like to hear that you have been "ill and blue"; that is a
condition which seems more naturally to appertain to me. For, after
all, whatever cause you may have for "blueness," you can always
recollect that you are _you_, and find a wholesome satisfaction in
your identity; whereas I, alas, am _I_!
I'm sure you performed your part of that concert creditably despite
the ailing wrist, and wish that I might have added myself to your
triumph.
I have been very ill again but hope to get away from here (back to my
mountain) before it is time for another attack from my friend the
enemy. I shall expect to see you there sometime when my brother and
his wife come up. They would hardly dare to come without you.
No, I did not read the criticism you mention--in the _Saturday
Review_. Shall send you all the _Saturdays_ that I get if you will
have them. Anyhow, they will amuse (and sometimes disgust) your
father.