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#1999: Willa Cather to Achsah Barlow Brewster, February 16 [1924]

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⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩ Dearest Achsah1;

We3 are having such an interesting and happy winter—lots of nice people, and music, and flowers, and Montana4 turning out to be a splendid maid. I'm working hard and with great joy, and I'm well and not anguished and perplexed as I was nearly all the time in Paris5. Did Edith tell you that her company gave her a check for a thousand dollars for a Christmas present, and a month later raised her salary again! You have to deliver goods6 to make a New York2 business firm treat you like that, I assure you. Both Claude7 and Lost Lady8 keep right on selling, so we're indulging ourselves in lots of little luxuries and not splurging. It's so good to be at work again Achsah, and I know you are saying the same thing in your heart every day. I use your wonderful vaporizor for my nose every day, and bless you for it—it's as useful in a New York climate as in that of Paris.

Give my love to Earle9 and Harwood10 and tell her we love the cards she sent up. How fine life is, when one does not fret about silly things, dear Achsah!

Lovingly W. S. C.