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the jacket5 a delight to the eye6, and I think the description7 pasted inside the cover exceedingly good.
Better say the heroine8 grew up in
Moonstone, Colorado9, however, not Arizona10. Colorado has a considerable reading public, interested in
local color, and Arizona has not. Also, Thea
and Fred11 run away to Old Mexico12,
not New Mexico13, which would not be much of
a run, from Arizona. I wish, perhaps, that a word more could be said about her
struggles in Chicago14, and a word to the
effect that it was the Cliff Dweller
ruins15 that first a
owwoke her historic imagination—so necessary
to a great Wagnerian16 singer—and that there,
away from drudgery for the first time in her life, she really grew, all at once,
into a powerful and wilful young creature, got her courage, began to find
I am not wholly happy about the cover, but I shan't be stubborn about it. You've never given me a cover I've liked. I've only borne them patiently. Have you a copy of the English edition of "Pioneers"17? I think that a de–lightful cover18, both as to color and composition. Couldn't you copy that cover19 for this book? If you have no copy of it, I'll send you mine. I'm afraid this cover will pain me as long as the book exists. I most heartily dislike it!
I think Mr. James22 entirely too patronizing in
his paper23 on the Fieldses. Mr. Fields24 was the collector, anyhow. The habit of
gathering eagle feathers was superimposed upon Mrs.
Fields25. She would never have begun it o
df her own
volition, or gone farther than keeping by her charming things that reminded her of
charming people. The place was a reliquary, not a museum26, [illegible], and the relics were attuned to each other and
ladhad been lived with so uncerimoniously and intimately that they had lost their unique quality; they had
become, and were, simply Mrs. Fieldses things, and one never felt they
were there to be looked at or referred to. I always thought that Jamie, himself27, probably made his
treasures stand out from the walls a little more, during his lifetime. But Mrs
Fields enjoyed their companionship and associations, not their uniqueness. I think
H. J. owes 148 Charles street28 a "solatium29"!