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My rose4 is a curtain of bloom, from root to tip, and the hollyhocks5 are going strong. Now the golden rod on the edge of the cliffs waves against a purple sea, all the way up to the High Place. Last week the moon rose further and further north every night, first over the tip of fishhead, and finally right in front of our door—came up out of the water like a battered old copper kettle as it grew more and more lop–sided. It made such a bright, narrow path right to the foot of our cliff that one was tempted to walk across it. The weather has been wonderful—blue and gold every day, with good rains at night.
Our lawn is very green now, and the monkshood makes a violet hedge against the gray house6. It is so mild now, the weather, that we can sit out in our steamer chairs after dinner. The fire places have not been lit for a week. Mrs. Beal7 & Ralph8 are here cleaning house today, and I am now writing in the attic. We9 read the proofs of the new book10 last week.
On Saturday we walked to Bright Angels, but no sweet twin did follow.11 We both miss you very much and often wish you were here. On Friday Miss Bromhall12 came for tea. She and Miss Jordan13 and Miss Gissing14 and many others wish to be remembered to you—they also miss you. You must both come here again, my dears, before you do any desperate thing like getting ⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩ married. If we all three wish it, we can make it come true. Next time it must be in August, when all the flowers are out, and the water warms enough to bathe in, and the whales due to arrive. The morning you left we got up early and waited on the shore, but we couldn't even see the boat. I wish your father15 and mother16 could have come on by airplane and dropped down on us while you were here. Perhaps they can, next time, and we can go to the Wolves17 and out to Gannet Light18. Tomorrow we go to Southern Head19 if it is fine, and I shall remember the happy day we had there with you.
A world of love to you, my dears.from your Aunt Willie The Misses Cather1 1225 South Centre Street Casper3 Wyoming U. S. A. NORTH HEAD, N. B.2 AU 10 36 AM Air Mail