There is nothing to write about except the weather. I went to Nashville yesterday, but could not get out to do a thing after I got there, as the snow commenced soon after I left R. Mt. I stayed last night with Mrs. Spruill, who has an elegant house. What are you going to do with my things when you sell your home and go to the country? I think I had better rent a room with Mrs. Ross if I can get one, so that you could move them when you gave up your house. If Mrs. Ross’ rooms are taken, perhaps I could get one with Mrs. Stutz. I leave it in your hands, and whatever arrangement you make will be all right with me. I sent you a copy of the letter I wrote Will when I returned his note, but I cannot get his answer until I get to Whitaker’s. You are right about no one ought to give away their possessions in their life time. I can see it now as plain as you have always seen, but the thought I have ever had has been to help my children along. If you have to give up your house at once, just rent a room somewhere for me, and move my things, if you see it as I do, that it is the only thing left me to do, and the best, so do what you think best in the matter, and it will be all right with me. I shall go to Spring Hope tomorrow, then to Whitaker’s, then Enfield, and one day out to the country stores, then Weldon. You had better write to me at Whitaker’s.