Livy dear, I came up on the train with St Gaudens, & asked him to recommend a decorator. He said, “Lawrence—don’t get anybody but Lawrence.” But he said wait, & he would ask his friend White (artist & architect)—whom we saw at the Millet wedding—son of Richd Grant White). He said White would know who to get. White came back with him; & he also, said, “Get Lawrence by all means; wait for him; he will be back in Sept. or Oct.”

I passed by the Household Art this morning & went in to see if they could send you a catalogue of tiles—but they hadn’t any. I made up my mind as to one thing, though: the moment you see a shop full of all sorts & breeds of choice tiles from everywhere, you say to yourself, “They are all poor & of no consequence in the presence of the Low tiles.” The simple unornate forms of Low tiles are as simple as any Minton or other ware—but Lord, how beautiful they are, & how rich! Just leave the fire places alone; & when Mr. Lawrence decorates the house he can select the tiles himself or help you select them. You & I can come to Boston & do it. You will find the fifth story of the Vendome a perfectly satisfactory home. It overlooks the city, & the rooms are most satisfactory.

I love you