I am very well, tell mother, and amused.

Lots of love.
DICK.
PARIS, June 13, 1893.
DEAR MOTHER: There is nothing much to say except that things still go on.

I feel like one of those little India rubber balls in the jet of a fountain being turned and twisted and not allowed to rest.

Today I have been to hear Yvette Guilbert rehearse and thought her all Chas thinks her only her songs this season are beneath the morals of a medical student.

It is very hot and it is getting hotter.