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Marked Indianapolis letters 946 N. Pa. St., Feb. 28th, 1895, My dear friend, No one can write such letters as John
Muir I said to the children, It has been a long time since we have had such a love letter as yours of Feb. 18th. We thank
you for it. I thank you for your sweet expression of love and joy over Janet's recovery. It heartened me and gave me hope.
And it did her a world of good. Then too the letter was so quickly followed by the beautiful book, your own handiwork -- a
part of your life. Your sweet thought, so poetical and yet so true. I have been reading it for two or three days, but am not
yet through with it. I feel as if I were taking a journey into the valleys and up the snowy peaks of California. Janet and
I will read it together and talk it over as we read. We thank you for it. I should have written sooner in adknowledgment,
but Janet was attacked by la grippe a week ago, and has been suffering severely. I thought I should wait until she was convalescent.
We dismiss her nurse tomorrow, and hope soon she will be out again in the fresh air and sunshine. She sends much love and
will soon, I hope, be able to write to you and tell you that you have done her good like a medicine. My boys are well, and
they too will enjoy your book. They are very busy, hard-working fellows. They are honest and a great comfort to their mother.
My sisters are all well. I saw Miss Hendricks a few days ago -- she is well. She has lately written you, I believe. Katie
Graydon, we hope, will be home in April. Janet longs for her companionship. Are you not coming to see us some time? Come
with one child or two, and your wife -- and remember that my house is your home whenever you come. Write us once in a while.
You know that we all love you and are proud of you. Truly and affectionately, Julia Merrill Moores