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Nov. 13, 1901

My dear Mother

I am not as yet back in my studio. Mc is better and will have next week. Your last letter hinted at my having poor judgement in having taken Mc in, you must remember that when he came down to this place (I am now writing in the studio) we both thought he had only a cold, and that when the doctor first told us that he had typhoid, and that it had been running for six days, that it meant death to move him, and even that a hospital here meant death in such cases where nursing was everything. I was told that the French nurses are very careless--- What could I do -- Mc is a good fellow, I had to undergo many unpleasant things.

Mc is a hard one I fear to collect from. He owes me just about one hundred dollars. His father has written me that he wishes me settle all those accounts. Unfortunately he wrote at the same time to his son telling of his letter to me. Mc flew up, proposed paying me when he earned some money, and sent the nurse out immediately, with a note to his father forbidding his paying me. 

He evidently feels it is more agreeable to be under obligations to [[strikethrough]] his [[/strikethrough]] father than his own parents. The greater part of the letter to Mc's father was dictated by the Doctor. I was allowed to tell you the truth - and that is how the difference in the story came to be. Neither of the statements were untrue. I shall not again take in any one - I did not see the Porters on their return trip.