PARIS, March 4th, 188-- JERRY DEAR: Frederick died here a week ago. His heart, you know, was never very good, and the strain of his last concerts was too much for him. They were very successful, and just before I came over, the poor fellow had sent me--in one of his periodical fits of reform, _Dieu merci!_--some beautiful jewels, chains, aigrettes and a gorgeous diamond collar, begging me to sell them, but on no account to wear them, as if I would! I sold them pretty well--it's all for the babies, you know. Poor Frederick--I'm not sure his reforms were not the hardest to bear! He has been for so long so less than nothing to me that the sense of freedom is startling. I'm glad I came as soon as I heard he was sinking--it was not so very sudden. I was with him to the last, and the strangest people came to see him--it was tragically funny. He seemed just like a poor, disreputable brother to me, and nothing mattered, really, except to get him what little comfort one could. I brought the children over, and I think we shall stay here indefinitely. I have a nice little _appartement_ not too far from the Bradleys, though, of course, I couldn't afford to live there! and such a dear, sensible bonne (_a tout faire_, of course) who gets the children into the park every day for me when I'm busy. For I am very seriously busy, and how, do you think? I wrote a long, gossippy letter to Alice Carter who loves _chiffons_, poor soul, though Madam Bradley doesn't give her many, telling her what was being worn and where, and how, and gave her a little account of a fashionable _fete_ that a friend of mine had described to me, and the dear creature actually took the trouble of copying it, omitting personalities, of course, and showing it to a friend of Walter's, an amazing young man who is starting some woman's magazine with a phenomenal circulation, already. He offered her a really good price for it and said if I would do the same kind of letter every month, he would pay one hundred dollars for each one--five hundred _francs_! Of course I accepted, and now I spend two days a week in the shops, getting ideas and making sketches. You see I am a business woman, really, Jerry. I have always believed that plenty of women would do better at their husband's business, and let them hire housekeepers or attend to the house themselves! Look at the French women! It seems so good to be here--it always agreed with me, _la belle France_, and the children seem well, too--for them. Little Susy really has some colour. They are especially fond of the _Parc Monceau_, and this charming out-of-door life that is so easy here will do wonders for them, I'm sure. That east wind of Boston--ugh, how I loathe it!