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#2158: Willa Cather to Roscoe Cather, February 16 [1935]

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My Dear Roscoe1;

I thank you most heartily for the check, and even more for your nice letter. This check reduces the amount you owe me to $4,000. (This letter is your credit until I get to Bank) when I next go to my safe deposit box we will reduce the debt still more. I will send you your original note, and you will destroy it and send me a new note made out for $3,000 at 5% 4% interest.

I want to reduce the principal thus to show you how much I like the way you have managed to fight this hard world and at the same time live pleasantly and bring up your family nicely. I want to reduce your worries and responsibilities a little, and this letter is proof of it—in case I should be knocked out by a car. Counting up yesterday I found that 27 real friends of mine, people I cared for, have been killed by automobiles in the last fifteen years!

I like everything I hear about your Virginia3. I have just written her a long letter. She has turned out a plucky one. But don't try to sparkle up her quiet manner, dear. God knows it's rare in these days, and attractive even to the (discerning) young. There is a heavy quiet, and there is poetic quiet that is not lackadaisical.

Goodbye my dear. I write by hand only to you and Ex-President Masaryk4.

Doubtful compliment, eh? But he likes it. Lovingly Willie