Letter (number unidentified). To Father Gracian, Seville, Toledo

Isabel's song. Her detachment. The do5iors visit,

. . . My Isabel improves every day. When I went to recreation, which rarely happens, she laid down her work and sang :

Oh, see to recreation The Mother Foundress enter! Then let us dance and sing her songs. With music to content her. It only lasted for a moment. When she is not at recreation she is in her hermitage, so absorbed in her Infant Jesus and His shepherds and her work, or in her 'meditations' as she calls them, that it is a matter for which to thank God.

She asks to be remembered to your Paternity and begs you to pray for her; she would hke to see you but not Doña Juana or any one else because, she says, they belong to the world. She affords me the greatest amusement, but I have so much writing to get through that I can spend little time with her. . .

Our Isabel has become an angel. The little creature's charad:er makes one praise God. To-day the dod:or, contrary to his custom, passed through a place where she happened to be. When she saw that h'e had noticed her although she had run away at once, she cried out that she was excommunicated and would be turned out of the house. She amuses us immensely; everybody is very fond of her and with good reason