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#0091: Willa Cather to Dorothy Canfield, [November 6, 1903]

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My Dearest Dorothy1:

I could give you a shaking right now, so I could. The morning paper3 says4 that your father5 was in town yesterday, and you never let me know about it. I just happened to see it by chance, as I naturally dont seek for church news or read reports of synods. Why did'nt you tell me?

I've had a beastly cold and been shut up in the house6 for weeks—that is, only going out to school7, and we have been surrounded by fogs the like of which were never seen in London8 and life has been altogether dismal. School goes well, and I like teaching better than ever, though for my part I like boys and girls who are accustomed to and expect to work, even if they are dirty. Those nice, clean, happy young folk of Allegheny are of the sort who go to private schools in Pittsburgh2, good families, nice homes, lots of money etc—but they have never worked in their lives and never will, could'nt if they would.

Let me know when your kid's story9 is to come out—I never get to see many of the magazines unless there is something I especially want to read.

I heard through Carl Randal10's wife11 that Stella's12 baby13 had come and that all is well with them. Thank Heaven for that! But is it a boy or a girl? She did'nt tell me.

Edith14 is "coming out" next week, and since I've been well enough I've been leading a giddy life darting about to teas and musicales and things. I'm not foolish enough, however, to imagine that I'm a star at that sort of thing. I've seen quite sno enough of the "college" woman" who figures herself upon being "just like other girls"—you know the combination I mean and how doleful it usually is.

Let me hear a word from you and tell me why you did'nt let me know about your father.

Hastily but with all my love Willie.
Miss Dorothy Canfield1 116 St and Seventh Ave New York15. [illegible]AC[?]PA,ST.[illegible] NOV 6 1A[?]2 NEW YORK, N.Y. STA. J15 NOV 7 1903 7—AM