A Letter Written on Nov 15, 1911

St. Botolph Club.
4 Newbury Street, Boston.

November 15
1911

My dear Miss Turner:

You will think your nice letter unappreciated. Such, however, is not the case. The temptation was strong. You know, really, I miss you frightfully. It would have been a great pleasure to have come to your town to see you. Unfortunately, Hildegarde [his daughter] managed to infect the stumps of her tonsils and was operated on the day I left for the Weir Mitchell lecture. I left her coming out of the ether and ran for the train. Of course, I had to come back the first possible moment. She is almost well again and returned to Farmington yesterday.

I wish you would come back to me. Monumental selfishness, this, but a fact, nevertheless. I have a frantic hunger for the superior article of "assistance" you used to serve up - not to mention the now alas historic smile. I dont [sic] believe your colleagues appreciate you half as much.

The examination plan will not do. The thesis must be presented before the final test. Do tell me if there is any chance of your turning upe hereabouts. Your mother, I hope, is fairly comfortable.

Dr. Minot told me - but perhaps you will be vain! - that your dissections were to be mounted for permanent exhibition and that they were beautiful.

I am a little vague as to where North Hadley or rather South Hadley is - perhaps you will be free in the Holidays[.] At all events, please write me and tell me how you are and whether you are getting enough to eat.

Yours faithfully
W. T. Porter