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#1189: Willa Cather to Zoë Akins, August 26 [1933]

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⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩ Darling Zoë1;

The book-ends did not reach me in time—I left town3 July 8th—but my secretary4 is holding them for me. Nothing can come into Canada5 now without the bill of sale. But the white and the green knitted jackets, which were presents from you, are here and are my constant companions on on this breezy coast. They comfort my sore shoulder in the most friendly way.

I've had all kinds of a summer—some good, some bad. Mary Virginia6 spent her vacation with me here, and that I did enjoy.

I'm working on a book7 about a very silly young girl, and I lose patience with with her. Perhaps I am too old for that sort of thing. At any rate, it does not put me in a holiday mood as some books have done. My little hut here looks very pretty, buried in roses and hollyhocks, and sitting on the cliffs at the very edge of the sea. I'm fond of the place. I'm fond of Zoë, too, and I wish you could drop down in this wild spot sometime. Newspapers always three days late, mail three times a week, no radio on this island. World-affairs never touch us.—Except that the damned Italian air fleet, on its return trip, did go over this island, over this house at 2:30, and wrecked my afternoon nap!

Lovingly, dear Zoë Willa August 26
From Willa Cather WHALE COVE GRAND MANAN2 NEW BRUNSWICK CANADA Mrs. Hugo Rumbold1 Green Fountains Brigden Road Pasadena8 U.S.A. California NORTH HEAD, N.B.2 AUG 28 33 AM