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#2260: Willa Cather to Meta Schaper Cather, March 19 [1927]

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⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩ My Dearest Meta1;

If you want to get Virginia3 in at Smith4 in a few years, you must write an application to the Registrar at once and s send the ten dollar registration fee. Mary Virginia5 spent last weekend with me and we were talking it over. She said a letter of introduction from me would help,- everything there is booked up for years to come.

I have time for a word only. Edith6 has been in the hospital two weeks, following a rush operation for a very nasty appendix. She was brought home today and will be in bed for two weeks more at least. Then I must try to get her away somewhere. The city2 is building a new subway down our poor little street and under ou[illegible]r very house7, so it's like living in a bombarded city- - - bad place for a recovery! I We have the same nice colored maid8 we had when Roscoe9 was here, and she has been a tower of strength and kindness in these troublesome times.

I am so glad you all like my Archbishop10. I had a lovely time working on him, and I think pretty well of him myself. But this has been a dreary, wasted winter; all broken up by trivial things.

My dearest love to you all Willa Cather