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#1865: Willa Cather to Elsie Cather, March 16 [1939]

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My Dear Elsie1;

Here is a check for the sum I agreed to pay you toward the upkeep of your house5 in Red Cloud6. Five pe percent on $5,000, valuing the home at that five thousand and considering it as money invested. The interest is to be paid annually, and this payment is for 1939.

I made one condition when I wrote you; the or rather I expressed the hope that you would change the home no further. On this point you made no reply.

Please forgive the brevity of this note. I had an attack of influenza in February, then a relapse or repetition, and have been in bed all of March until today.

This surely is a dreary time to live in! I wouldn't admit it until the events of the last few weeks began to happen. I always believed in "British honor."7

Don't try to thank me for a box of flowers, dear Elsie—I meant them to be a little pleasure, not a responsibility.

Thank you for Mollie's8 nice letter. It came at a time when I was pretty miserable and I did enjoy it.

This is the first day I have been up and dressed, and I am not in a proper mood to write letters. I have a number like this one from Bishop Beecher9—requests for things I cannot do. I hate to refuse him more than any of the other requesters.

Lovingly W.