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I have come over to this pleasant hostelry3 to transact some editorial business, after a whole week with our dear lady4 on Charles Street5. I meant to write to you from there, but Mrs. Fields had a good deal of company and there were some funny bits of shopping to do preparatory to her departure for Manchester6 next week. I think I have never seen her so well. She actually came to the station to meet meet me! John7 fell upon me as I des- cended from the train and said "Miss' Fields herself is out there waitin' in the carriage, an' it's the first time she's been to the South Station in years." You may well believe I hurried!
We had beautiful days and evenings, and the magic of that magically haunted house was never so potent for me. That other rare spirit8 whom we all loved so well seemed not far away, and one kept stumbling upon things that were hers. We talked much of you (I had brought your last letter with me for Mrs Fields to read) and last night, the last night of my stay, Mrs. Fields read aloud from the "Wayside Harp"9 for a long while. "The Cherry Bough"10 she read especially well, with her old-time fervor, and she wiped her eyes when she finished it and then read it through again.
Some friends of hers has had a little lift put in the house for her, and I learned to be an expert elevator boy. So if I fail as managing editor, I can still hope to get a job with the company. The lift saves Mrs. Field's strength greatly, and I bless the friend.
Don't speak to me of ears! I've had them—mastoid. Doesn't Milton11 say something about "trembling ears?"12 Well, mine tremble when I hear of anyone going to an aurist. I am so sorry, so sorry that you've had bother with yours. I hope the specialist has given you an honorable discharge by this.
Mr. McClure13 stays abroad for months and months, and won't be home until July, so I am afraid I won't get over this summer. But when I come I'll run you down. All luck and love to you!
Affectionately Willa S. C.