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Thank you for sending me the text of your radio talk3. It awoke many pleasant and amusing recollections. You are still, I see, a 'kind critic'. I am so glad you like "Old Mrs. Harris"4. In that story I succeeded in doing what I set out to do, more nearly than I usually succeed. I still enjoy working on a new story as much as ever,- perhaps even more than I used to. The reason I dislike 'publicity' is that in some curious way it cramps one and destroys one's freedom. I like to feel that nobody knows and nobody cares, and that it's my own game, just as a little boy# feels when he 'plays Indian'.
I am delighted to hear that you and Mrs.
Seibel5 have a grandson6. I hope Erna7
lives in Pittsburgh8 now, so that
you will have the fun of watching him grow. My own nieces and nephews9 take so much of my time that I never
get to Pittsburgh any more,- I am always "going west."
(I shall drop in on you someday,
though.) My large family takes
me journeying about pretty much over the whole map. If you would promise me
never to publish my letters, or quote from them, I would write to you
sometimes. But some of my old friends have
us used my letters in such insideous ways that I've grown cautious and
suspicious- - - which, you'll admit, I didn't use to be.
With warmest regards to Mrs. Seibel and yourself, and congratulations upon the grandson,Faithfully yours Willa Cather
W. S. C.
I met I saw a great deal of May Willard10 in San Francisco11 last summer, and she
asked to be remembered to you. She remembers those days when I used to
go over to the South Side to read Flaubert12 with you.