Hello, dear Papa, I am still crippled, and I cannot go see you, to learn news of your health in person. Our Lady does not dare go out in the midst of this snow. She sends you the little Altahama seed that Monsieur your grandson asked for. If you have 3 or 4 bottles of dry Madeira or Xeres to send me, you would give me great pleasure. The inhabitants of Auteuil send you their hugs and their love