33/37 All our family have wretched constitutions. If I go to work regularly for a couple of months without a holiday, I sink into absolute decrepitude. An office-chair has been specially made for me, to hold me up at the desk .-- I beg your pardon for this clowning, Mrs. 'The air puts me in such spirits. What air it is! Speaking quite seriously, my mother was saved by coming to live here. |