Dear Mrs. Dickinson,

Thank you every so much
for your thoughtfulness in sending me
the enclosed slip -- which I had not seen
and the last sentence of which is the
proudest moment of my life.

The winter has gone by
without my realizing it; the passage
of time has become so drearily mono-
tonous to me that, for lack of incident
to accent it, I hardly remark it.
The cold months and so much enforced
in-doors do not agree with Mrs. Brownell,
but she has been far better this year
than last and her very slow progress
is nevertheless incontestable.

I still entertain the purpose
of dropping in on you "tomorrow", but
my inertia is augmented by a great
pressure of work and cares. It is my
loss, so I feel less apologetic than
discontented -

Sincerely yours
W. C. Brownell.