Vienna, November 26, 1899
IX., Berggasse 19

Dear Wilhelm,

Let me for once be more optimistic than you. I only wanted to know whether Paulinchen's was the type of illness that, after her recovery, would cast a shadow over her future prospects. Since it was cholera infantilis or something like it, I take the liberty of treating the coincidence with utter contempt. Stemming from good blood, she too will grow and thrive. I look forward to seeing her sometime in the now-enlarged children's room.

Miss G. is a tough nut, but the work is of course not unpromising, since I have learned all sorts of new things. I am keeping a kind of diary on her, which later on should afford you a glimpse into the technique and the nature of the case — as an attempt to show my