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#1401: Willa Cather to Ferris Greenslet, March 2, 1938

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⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩ FG My dear Mr. Greenslet1:

A short attack of sore throat proved to be a long and tedious siege of influenza, and that is why you have not heard from me.

I was very much interested to learn3 that you had met Stephen Tennant4. He is just a splendid young man, even if he is a little too much in love with life. Too much for his own physical good, I mean, and for the good of his undoubted talent. I did not mean to intimate5 that Sir Edward Grey6 was at all a stern stepfather - Stephen carries a splendid large portrait of him about everywhere. It adorned the walls of his room at Shattuck Inn7 for months. I only meant that when Grey was trout fishing and proud of his catch, Stephen's whole interest was in the colors on the fish. That is not a very convincing example, but if you saw them together, Sir Edward and Stephen, you know what I mean. Yes, indeed8, I shall be very much pleased if you send me a copy of Trevelyan9's book10 on Viscount Grey. I have just had a letter from young Stephen, enclosing some beautiful water color sketches of English brooksides in early spring.

Would you be kind enough to tell Mr. Eaton11 that I thank him for the copies of the autograph edition which he has sent down, but they are still in their boxes in my trunk room! I have really been too much knocked out to get them unpacked and look them over. The volume of O PIONEERS!12 which came by mail, I am very much pleased with, and I am sure that I shall like the others. I am much better now, and will write Mr. Eaton as soon as I unpack the books and have caught up with the my mail, which has been accumulating for weeks.

By any chance, did you hear my darling friends, Hepzibah13 and Yehudi14, when they gave a recital in Boston15? I have known them for eight years now, ⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩ and to watch their unfolding talent and their unfolding natures, which are even more beautiful than their talent, has been one of the great joys of my life. As long as they were here they made it most agreeable to be ill, but since they sailed I have had a rather gray stretch. The new book16 I am working on is a consolation, however.

Faithfully yours, Willa Cather