Written on stationary from Jefferson Hospital, Philadelphia.

In left corner is the number 131

Dear Mr. Seely,

I’ve been waiting to hear that you are at home before writing you, but I’m afraid you will think I’m unappreciative of your great kindness if you don’t hear from me.

            It makes me so happy to say that Herbie shows a slight improvement each day due entirely to the blood transfusions. He has had eight and the doctor wants to continue them as long as possible. The donors are all fellow workers of Herbie’s in the Telephone Company. Otherwise we could never afford such treatment. But of course, we have to pay for the blood tests, cross-typing, use of operating room, etc. to say nothing of the hospital (). We are now entering on the seventh week here and for four weeks we had a special night nurse. I hung “on duty” twelve hours a day. The doctor can’t yet give us any idea how much longer this is to go on, but Herbie is so much brighter and more cheerful in every way now, though he isn’t yet able to sit up, that I am encouraged.

            Please excuse this writing. The nervous tension I’ve been under has made me rather shaky. I only hope you can read it.

With deepest appreciation and affection-

As ever,

Lucy Scott Root