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#2842: Willa Cather to Beveridge Webster, December 11 [1937]

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My Dear Beveridge1;

How dear it was of you to send me those lovely pink lilies. They are opening with fresh buds after a week has gone by.

Ethel3 promised to tell you how delighted I was with your recital4. I would have gone behind with her, but Marutha5 had told me to get the children6 directly home. That was the third time I I had heard you play the7 Schumann8, and last week I thought there was a kind of larger freedom in your treatment and a careless ease in shooting the rapids. (A queer figure of speech, but if you’ve ever seen the the Canadian canoe men shoot rapids, you’ll will know that I mean something (not velocity) which I am unable to say in technical musical language.

Sometime drop me a line line and tell me when will be your longest stay in town2, and that you will come to dinner with me then.

Affectionately, Willa Cather

P. S. But most of all your program I enjoyed (I mean I loved) the Beethoven9 Rondos10. Perfect and exquisite. You have not always played with such delicacy, I think.