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Venise. Feb. 13, 1/85

My dearest little Emmie:

Received a nice long letter from you yesterday in which you wanted to be forgiven for not ans. mine sooner: of course I will; so don't mention it. Sorry you didn't like Arthis as I enjoy it very much and have seen it some half dozen times.

It happened funny; I got your letter with the programme in it just when I was telling G. about Nat Goodwin and Arthis. I expect this will be a regular manuscript, at least the paper looks like it. How I wish I was with you in Am. I don't think you would have to wait long to find someone to go skating with. I am not an expert in the art but could at least help you to fall down: that might be a little help to you.

I wrote you of a disagreeable english artist who was here: well his sister is also here and also an artist. Today she brought us some of her things and also some of his. He didn't know it: was out I guess. I showed her some of mine last eve so she said she would show hers. 

She paints stunningly and he is very strong; He made a hit at the Royal Academie a year or two ago.

She is a pretty little girl with a simple little doll like face and I had no idea she could paint at all, but I am afraid I should have hard work to make as good a sketch from nature as she does. I can't get time to think let alone write for there are four italians here chinning away for dear life and much as I like the race I must admit that they do shriek terribly when they talk. They don't talk at all, they yell. These particular italians are a countess and her daughter, the commander of the arsenal here and and Austrian. They are