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Paris. Nov. 1, 1884.

My Darling Emmie

I recieved your nice long letter last night and you have no idea of the joy it created in your humble servant's heart; it seems almost as if I was near to you in stead of 3000 miles away. I also received one from mother and one from Gus. I have only received one letter before this and that was from Sophia. I am awfully sorry to hear that Harry has been sick also sorry to hear you were ill. you must not forget to take care of yourself. It is a beastly day here; you have no idea what the weather is like here. I though our east winds were as bad as anything could be but they can discount them here without any wind whatever. The chill is something frightful; it seems to cut right through one. Today is a great fêté day in France [[strikethrough]]in[[/strikethrough]] it is called All Saints' day and none of the Frenchmen were at school today. We went down as usual and worked half a day but I did not feel very well as I left at eleven o'clock and went out to breakfast They don't eat any breakfast here when they get up only a cup of coffee or chocolate and a roll and then go to work; at twelve they all breakfast, laborers, gentlemen and all. After our breakfast we went around to see those pictures I wrote you about again. I bought a large photo of the Shanish marriage at the reckless expence of $1. it is a beauty. The Prof. down to the school thinks we will make great progress as he says we draw very inteligently. I think their is a good deal of cheap guff in that so I think you may take it with a large grain of salt. I think he rather flatters the Americans which same racket I don't 

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like; anyway he is not so severe as Grundman used to be, but I suppose he will be when he knows us better. There are plenty of odd names here and I think you could start all new and name the family over five or ten times without exhausting them. I suppose you are glad it is a boy or are you sorry? I suppose the new brother will be an old story by the time you get this letter, anyway you may give him my regards, tell him I expect he will be a future president and all that: for heaven's sake don't let him be an artist. Also tell him to be a good boy and not to cry nights. Mother sent me a proof of those photos. I had taken just before I started they are awfully funny, don't you think so? Or didn't you see them! I suppose you did. Gus writes me that you and Sophia are planning horseback rides: I think it will be awfully jolly she is very pleasant when you know her and I hope you will have lots of fun. That is if you go. We take our rides on top of a buss at the enormous expense of 3 cts. Just think of that for discipation. Did you receive the letter I wrote on the steamer all right? I suppose you hadn't at the time you wrote to me. It was awfully kind to write so soon. I have written every Sun. since I left and one or two extra ones ev if you haven't received them they are probably lost. This ought to be the sixth I think anyway we will call it so. Yesterday we went over in the aft. to the Luxambourg gallery again to see the chromos. They are all modern ones there: They are the ones that are brought every year by the government at the annual exhibition. Their are some very fine ones there, some as late as last and some as long