Dear Arthur: For some reason or other, your letter of December twentieth did not reach me until today, taking, for some reason, much more time en route than did Richard's nice Christmas card.1
I am glad you like your new (or, as you say, "old") house. Certainly Mamie and I share the enthusiasm of the Tedders for a place that can really be called one's own. Mamie, in particular, resents every day that she has to spend away from Gettysburg.2
I just returned to Washington after ten days at Key West where I went obediently in response to those doctors' orders of which you speak.3 The mild exercise that I could indulge in there made me feel much better, and more able to face the next months. The months when Congress is in session are always, you know, much more difficult than any other time of the year.
This note brings to all the Tedders my warm good wishes for a fine New Year, and my personal regard. As ever
P.S. It would not be possible for anything you do to be presumptuous.4