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#0290: Willa Cather to Elizabeth Shepley Sergeant, December 5 [1914]

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Dear Elsie1:

Now I’m not going to N.Y.3 before Jan 15., and I stop in Washington4 on the way. I’m so happy here2, and working so well. I don’t wan't to go one bit—except to put up my new curtains!! For the last few weeks the story5 has been writing itself. I’ve not much to do with it except to get rested after each days effort to keep up with it. I hate to risk the slight break of settling down on Bank Street6, even. And I hate even more to leave my brother7. We have such good times.

I wish you were going to be in the Bellows’8 home. I think that would be “interesting”, as Jack says. When I was in New York I did nothing but go to plays because I had to do an article9 about them for the January McClures10. I’m afraid I shant get to Boston11 until late in the winter. It’s a curse to have to go to New York even. I’m having such fun here with a story that wakens up game every morning now. But, I say, its preposterously long! This is such a good place to work, and I can be out of doors so much. But I’ll weary you with my Hymn to Pittsburgh. Will you mail me “The Idiot”12? That is, if I am right in thinking I lent it to you and not to someone else. I can read long books here, and I can’t on Bank Street. Didn’t you like Garnett13's article14 in the last Atlantic15? I thought he managed to suggest the un-sayable pretty well, though he is loose writer and his pronouns tax the imagination. We16’ve been ree reading “The Awkward Age”17 aloud. I like it much to best of H. J.18 If there’s anything new worth reading, advise me of it, please. God help me all through the Christmas congestion. It’s bad enough, even here.

Yours always W. S. C.