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#1320: Willa Cather to Ferris Greenslet, July 24 [1936]

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FG Dear F. G.1

When your letter3 came here I was taking a trip with two little nieces4 from Wyoming5 who have never seen salt water before. I am shocked to hear of your accident. A rock in the Connecticut river you say: fishing? But is there any fishing in that river? Perhaps your motor car plunged into the river—otherwise I can't see how you managed it. Anyhow I'm awfully sorry you had mischances.

No6, I don't think there will be another book for a year or two. I have one7 half-finished, but the long break of Mrs. Hambourg's8 illness and my stay abroad put it on the shelf. I lost interest in it, and shan't take it up until some turn of the wheel quickens my enthusiasm for it again.

Sometime you must send me a volume of the size you have in mind for the set. My edition of the Thistle Stevenson9 (not autographed) seems to me just the right size book to hold comfortably. Surely you don't mean that I am to autograph each volume in this edition! You said something about an edition of twelve thousand sets, if I remember. Even twelve thousand autographs would be a pretty dreary job!

Faithfully yours Willa Cather