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Isabelle3 sent beautiful embroidered linen pillow cases from you, and I guess she knew I needed 'em plenty. I was only waiting till the Chris christmas rush was over to go shopping for some, though I would never have got such nice ones as these. I am not going to save them for company, however, but use them right along for myself. How sad it would be, on one's death-bed, to reflect that one had never used any of one's nice things, and that now they would all be used by strangers! Anyhow, these are a lovely Christmas present, and I thank you very, very much, Bobbie. I hope you will like your beads. I will be honest and tell you that I bought them for myself in Pittsburgh4, but happened not to have had them on here, and Edith5 got me some almost exactly like them for my birthday, so I thought mine would be nice for you.
We had a perfect Hell of a Christmas day. I had had all my books sent on from
Pittsburg to swell the glory of this
apartment6--which I like better and better-- and they had been piled
mountain high in the dining room, in their boxes, for a week. On Christmas day, the
first holiday we had had, we tackled them----------- and simply worked till
nightfall. When darkness fell upon us we were grim and silent, like soldiers at the
end of a battle that goes against them. We put on our oldest clothes and went to
Guffanti's7 for dinner at
530 5:30, so that no one else would be there to look
at our woeful plight, and the rain was cominf down in sheets. We got home and gave it up as a bad job, and went to bed
For New Years we are both going to Boston8.
We go tomorrow on the one oclock train; Edith to spend a few weeks with her family9, I
to visit Mrs. Fields10 and Mrs. Deland11. I did very little Christmas shopping,
but even that tired me a good deal. And Boston will tire me more; I have to be gay
there, the temptations are so many and so
pleasant. When I come back every thing must give way for the
new novel12. I want the whole world to let me alone for awhile.
Edith was delighted with your present to her-- and so was
8 I!-- and some day she will write and tell you so. I'll urge her to wait
for a few weeks, and then she can give you news of me,
for it's few notes I'll be writing when I get back.
We went to hear Fremstad13
sing Isolde14 on Christmas eve, and that
was a lift. The opera, when it's very good, can give me the feeling I used to hav
have on Christmas Eve when I was little----and it's about the only thing that can.
That is a great opera15, and it was one of Fremstad's
great nights. We did not get home until long after midnight. Poor Fremstad did not
get home until almost two oclock, and when she and her
companion16 went into her apartment, the
first thing they saw was
al a little orange tree I
had sent her for Christmas, with five tiny oranges on it. My faithful dago
florist--from whom we got the Jerusalem cherry-- got it for me for two dollars, and
he gt got it to her house after she had left for the opera, as I bade him. She wa
was so pleased that she sat right d down and wrote
me that night. She's a queer woman; you never know what will please her--- and she's
not often pleased. But I thought that would amuse her if it got to her while her
Isol Isolde mood was on her. Dwarf orange trees
are somehow like that poem; they are a little bit magical, and all those queens and
princesses of northern, stormy countries z must have
always had them, under glass. Like all people of true imagination, Fremstad never
figures things out, but she knows when the right color comes at the right time. Her
secretary telephoned17 me next day
that she picked it up and carried it right into her bed room that night.
So, I expect we were too tired to have got much out of Christmas day anyhow. I love
the pictures of the little West Virginia18. I
sent them [illegible] to Isabelle to see and she loved them, too. She
also thought it so
god good of Roscoe19. Would you or he like one of the English edition20 of my book21? I
think it nicer than the American.
I'm afraid our apartment is not built for three, Bob. But you could manage to be here a lot, even if you had to live elsewhere. I believe you'd get a lot out of a year here2.With very, very much love to you and many thanks Willie
Please thank Ross for the lovely handkerchiefs, and tell the little Virginia I
just love the wash cloths so much that I keep them in my handkerchief case,
s can see them often.