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#2889: Willa Cather to Louise Guerber Burroughs, July 30 [1929]

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⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩ My Dear Louise1;

I'm here, thank Heaven,for such a flowery, bowery Isle as it is this year,! aAll soft hayfields and daisies, where it isn't cool pine woods. I wish I could have been in town3 when you first got back, before the spell of your trip wore off. Your letter from Paris4 was one of the first that reached me here.

I took my degree5 at Yale, and went to the various parties that go with a degree, in such prostrationng heat as has never been known in New Haven6 except on two occasions; oncce when they gave a degree to Mrs. Wharton7, and once to when they gave one to Mme. Curie8. The said they would not give any more to women9 - - - it affects the weather. In a very few days after Yale was over, I beat it for the north; spent two weeks in Quebec10, where I had a lot of good champagne, and then came down here with Miss Lewis11. Our little house and everything about it, is so much nicer than last year. The climate is heavenly, but just like being on a ship, as we are so far out,and very bad for my neuritis.! I can't handle a pen at all up here, and have been composing on a machine, which I don't like.

Please, my dear, go into Altmans some day and buy me two silk skirt-tops with shoulder straps, size 38. I want to sew them to two sport skirts whose tops are very ragged. I have an account there, so have them charged to W. S. Cather, Hotel Grosvenor12, but if you can mail them to me yourself by parcel post, then I probably won't have to go into the customs house, some miles away. Anything from a shop is held up.

I've been working for a week on my queer story13. It's a great comfort to me, even if it never will be to anyone else. Those months in California14 were like a terrible punishment. My mother15 is the same as when I left her. I will probably have to go back to her this autumn. Oh, it's so good to be still for just a little while, where nobody can get at me.! Sometimes for a whole day I feel as if my father16 and mother were both alive and well, as they were for so many, many years.

Goodbye, my dear. This is the longest letter I have written since I've been here.

Faithfully always Willa Cather The story is
Shadows on the Rock
From W. S. C. WHALE COVE GRAND MANAN2 NEW BRUNSWICK CANADA Mrs. Bryson Burroughs1 74 Washington Place New York3 New York U .S. A. NORTH HEAD N. B.2 JUL 30 29 AM