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I got both your letters—the first after the second—and have often stared at the fire and contemplated writing to you. But a laziness like a pleasant paralysis came upon me after I once began to get better. Going to the doctor4 every day seemed to take all the time there was, and he usually handled me so roughly that I took a cab home and went to bed. Now I go to him only every other day, and my noddle is healing so fast that I shall be out of bandages in two weeks and wear a patch under, my front hair brought back. I’m afraid to risk bought hair on it until it’s entirely well.
I’m still languid, and my head takes a lot of time, but I am well in every other way
and indolent enough to take things lightly. I work a little every morning and after
that do nothing; manage to ride on the bus or sit in the Park every fine
afternoon—they are so fine just now. I can sleep nine
hours without turning over. Never found it such a pleasure to do nothing before. I’m
going to see the Hoyts5 some day, when my head-gear is less complicated. I’ve been
to the opera twice, because at night I can wear use
Fremstad6's Elizabeth7
device8, but it would be rather too
romantic to wear on Bank street9, by
day. Music doesn’t tire me. But for everything else I’m like a bear in winter time.
Not a cross bear now, as I was at first, but stupid and sleepy. Isabelle10 was here almost a month, she went home a
week ago. I had my bed-room done over in white while I was in the hospital, and it
is not at all depressing now. I had to have new paint and paper on the place before
I could come back to it.
But really, the world seems a good place to get back to, and I feel an unruffled good-humor with it these days.—Let me hear how your work goes. The little that I can do in a day amuses me—like a kid’s tea party—but it does not fret me one bit. One behaves so well after a whipping! Send me good word of yourself.
Yours Willa Miss Elizabeth Sergeant1 4 Hawthorn Road Brookline3 Mass. NEW YORK, N.Y. STA. C2 MAR 19 1914 6 PM