My dear Gawin:



Under separate cove I have mailed you the sketch, concerning which I wrote you and which I have finally succeeded in digging up out of an old portfolio where it has lain hidden for many years.  The picture of you does not do you justice for you were a very pretty little boy.  However, I am no professional artist.  It may recall to your kind the days that were spent on the bleak sides of the mountain where your father did such valuable work in extracting fossils from the quarry which he opended.



I have only recently come back after a long vacation, which I much needed, but unfortunately since my return I have been quite ill.



With kindest regards to your mother, I am as ever,