To Sister Christine
MY DEAR CHRISTINA,
How funny all these dreams and evil prognostications of yours! You don’t want to send me evil influences by thinking that way of me! I will be only too glad to lose 50 lbs. of my weight. A little rest puffs me up, and I am the same bloated monk as ever.
I am all right except [for] a bad cold the last few days, owing to exposure and travel in the desert. I thank you for the letter though. I am pleased with it enormously, as it shows the mind.
Give Mrs. Funkey [Funke], Baby [Stella Campbell], and all the rest my love, and, as you know, yourself —
Yours ever in the Lord,
PS — I will write a better note when this cold has left.