“Dear John Hewetson,
you say I should not acknowledge your letter, but how could I possibly not acknowledge so affectionate and delightful an expression of your feelings.
I have been astounded at the reception of my book which I so much enjoyed writing.
I am afraid I cannot place your name or your image in the glass of my memory I have always believed that my teaching rounds were a bit too solemn for the students, but neither I ever believe that the patients appreciated the roars of laughter heard around Girling Ball’s patients. I was always careful to hold all discussions out of their hearing.
I am pleased that you appreciate my account of PUFF KERSLEY. He was a great friend and so is Leo to this day. He sometimes takes me to a play. There was a lot more to tell about PUFF’s career, but I had to cut it down.
As for the butterflies I never saw a CAMBERWELL BEAUTY in England, though one of my sons had one in an Oxford Garden.
I shall be 95 in March and am getting rather tired, and have a resident nurse, but nevertheless I am delighted to entertain my friends, particularly in spring & summer. I have a very large garden with plenty of vegetables to eat I boast that I never have to buy any.
If your work is rounding off, could you not find a spare 2-3 days to come here I can give you a feast of BLAKE if you feel like it.
Please forgive the many typing errors. I can no longer write in longhand and I am bad at typing.”