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#1356: Willa Cather to Harriet Fox Whicher, February 13, 1937

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⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩ Dear Mrs. Whicher1:

It is a bitter disappointment to me that I did not get to see you at all during your stay in New York2. When you first arrived here, and for some time afterward, I was in Washington3 with an old uncle4 who is very ill. When I came back to New York, Mary Virginia5's husband, Dick Mellen6, was in the hospital with pneumonia. He seemed to get a little better, and then had a terrifying relapse. During my long stay in Washington business matters had piled up here until I scarcely knew where to turn when I got home.

Last spring Alfred Knopf7 and I finally agreed decided to let Houghton Mifflin bring out a subscription edition8 of all my books (Knopf himself has no subscription department). I was to have unlimited time to go over the books and correct errors, and to get together pages of original manuscript9, etc. I put off this rather dreary task because I had more interesting things to do. Just a week before my uncle’s illness called me away, I began to work seriously at correcting many proof-reading errors,- and some quite disgraceful errors of my own! I wasn’t able to take the work up again for a couple of weeks. H.& M. wrote that Bruce Rogers10 would undertake the designing and make-up of the set. I reply that I am very pleased, still thinking that I have plenty of time before me, then I am informed that Mr. Rogers must have all the material as soon as possible - immediately - as he is sailing for England11 to do the Oxford Bible12. This simply meant that I had to sit down and relentlessly grind. I could not see anyone but Mary Virginia and Dick, or make any engagements. Alfred Knopf has been in Europe13 since Christmas, so that meant that I had to worry everything through alone. He is the friend who always puts his shoulder under the weight and lifts me out of difficulties. Thank Heaven, he will be home in another week. I have practically finished my part of the job now, and am going away for a rest. Ever since Christmas I have had about six months’ work and anxiety packed into six weeks.

This is a long explanation, dear Mrs. Whicher, but I want you to know just why it was that I did not manage to reach you. I would love to have Stephen14 come down sometime when I get back from my vacation. Please send me his Columbia address, so that I can let him know when I will be at home.

Affectionately to both you and Mr. Whicher15, Willa Cather