Dear Mrs. Curtin,
I am writing at the desk in the blue room, looking out towards the Sangre de Christo [sic], and in spite of being a bit large and unwieldy, I am much content with life. I can’t begin to tell you how much I appreciate Leonora’s taking me in. I was dreading the long wait here in Santa Fé alone, but now I am enjoying it! It has meant so much to Mother, too, to feel that I am with friends. I suppose she is wasting a lot of good energy worrying over me, poor dear, and all the while I am disgustingly healthy! But very glad to be here instead of marooned in Taos, for though the proper date is Feb. 15, both Dr. Martin in Taos and Dr. Berchtuld [?] here tell me it can be any day now. So you see Leonora is a real friend in need. She is busy as a bee over the shop. I scarcely see her except at meal times. But she is engaging it all hugely, and I saw her look so swell. We are having the most marvelous Winter I ever knew. It is more like late October at its best. One hates to spend a minute of the time indoors. I do wish you were here to enjoy it, too — though doubtless California is lonely this season.
Little Copper is a rigorous companion. My poor Osa is still in hospital, but will be all right, they say. I think I will leave him there, as my plans are so unsettled.
I had lunch with Grace Fairfax yesterday — Leonora was too busy to join us. Grace is looking very well. I am so glad. In fact, except for you not being here, everything in Santa Fé is quite perfect. But we all miss you.
Affectionately Caroline
Written on stationery marked Mrs. James Irving Culbert.