There's something vital about this Florence air, for, though much given to resurrection, I never made such a leap in my life before after illness.

Robert and I need to run as well as leap.
We have quantities of work to do, and small time to do it in.

He is four hours a day engaged in dictating to a friend of ours who transcribes for him, and I am not even ready for transcription--have not transcribed a line of my six or seven thousand.

We go to England, or at least to Paris, next month, but it can't be early.

Oh, may we meet you! Our little Penini is radiant, and altogether we are all in good spirits.
Which is a shame, you will say, considering the state of affairs at Sebastopol.