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Here I am in wild woods and wild weather. I've been working awfully hard on a quite new novel3, and have got nearly half way through the first writing of it. It's not very sweet or "appealing"—any diabetic patient could take it with safety! But it is, to me, fascinating in form—not intensely satisfying, but I can't get away from it, and so I'll have to see it through.
I've often thought with delight of the romantic costume with which you honored me that day you came to see me on Bank Street4. It is really lovely for you.
Whale Cove Cottage September 7 Dear ZoëI started to write you a birch bark letter, kid-fashion, but my pen is too stiff for
it. We've had every kind of weather but heat; sun and
and wind and splendid streaming fogs, and
the tempest5 that beat the "Arabic" up
so nearly carried our whole island out to sea. I've enjoyed every day of it and have
been working hard and with great zest. Also walking lots, and cruising round among
lighthouse and bell-buoys. Miss Lewis6 and I
have a lovely little cottage all to ourselves—the house at which we eat not far
away. I have literally
literally lived in the tan-colored hunters suit you gave me
two years ago, as it sheds the water from grass and brush better than anything else
I have. For really bad weather I wear knickerbockers. There are no roads—or
very few—mostly trails through the woods and along the cliffs.
Love and greetings to you, dear Zoë, and I'll have a few interesting things to show you when I get back about October 15.
Devotedly W.S.C. Miss Zoë Akins1 20 Fifth Avenue New York City7 U.S.A. NORTH HEAD N.B.2 SP 8 24 AM