#0014: Willa Cather to Mariel, Ellen, and Frances Gere, June 30, 1893

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Dear Mariel3,
Ned4,
Frances5,

It is after a long and severe illness caused by having eaten an unmentionable quantity of banana ice cream, that I write to you. Now I want you maidens to cry "Westward Ho!"6 and come down here say the tenth of July. Our folks will just be about harvesting then and the fields will be pretty. Pappa7 is in the country almost all the time now with his cattle. He has been [illegible] putting up steel wind mills, digging wells and cisterns, or having it done, so we have a great cattle ranch out there now. I rule in the office8 alone now. Now a few words to you individually.

Mariel, I promise you not to talk of Louise9 more than once a day, and I mean to keep my word.

Ned, our boys are not at all like the Bessey boys10 of immortal fame, and will not bore you by their learnedness.

Frances, we have whipped cream almost every day, yesterday we could not eat it all and fed some to the cat. Bring Pinkey, its her chance if she likes whipped cream.

Now please make arrangements at home to stay as long as you want to. I hope the date will suit you and that you can all come.

Yours William.

"One Word More"11, I make poor Roscoe12 read thirty lines13 of Caesar14 a day, now Neddins and Frances you can join my class if you wish to, just think of the bliss of Latin this hot weather!!