46/222 As to the two rooms you speak of, I am sure you might have what rooms you pleased now, in this neighbourhood. What would you give? The miraculous warmth has saved me, for I was so _felled_ in that Rue de Grenelle, I should scarcely have had force against an ordinary cold season. Little Penini has been blossoming like a rose all the time. Such a darling, idle, distracted child he is, not keeping his attention for three minutes together for the hour and a half I teach him, and when I upbraid him for it, throwing himself upon me like a dog, kissing my cheeks and head and hands. |