My entire day has gone to the devil with answering letters—so it seemed a happy thought to imagine you to be the inventor of letter-writing & letter-answering, & soothe my soul by abusing you for it. But I see that the idea was absurd, for that would add to the day’s burden another letter. SoⒶemendation no more of that; but send us another sack of those big hickory nuts, like those that came a year or so ago.— Everybody well, here,—especially Jean—& all send love.