Isabel wrote from Asheville, where she had just arrived with her husband.
I think your father looks better already, darling, though we've been here only a few hours It may be we've found just the place to build him up.

The doctors said they hoped it would prove to be, and if it is, it would be worth the long struggle we had with him to get him to give up and come.

Poor dear man, he was so blue, not about his health but about giving up the worries down at his office and forgetting them for a time--if he only will forget them! It took the pressure of the family and all his best friends, to get him to come--but father and brother George and Fanny and Eugene Morgan all kept at him so constantly that he just had to give in.

I'm afraid that in my anxiety to get him to do what the doctors wanted him to, I wasn't able to back up brother George as I should in his difficulty with Sydney and Amelia.

I'm so sorry! George is more upset than I've ever seen him--they've got what they wanted, and they're sailing before long, I hear, to live in Florence.