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I'm so very glad to know where you are again, and I do thank you for your vivid account of the blossoming of the many-colored jackets4 on Fifth Avenue. I gather from the reviews that they had better not have blossomed! There were some very nice ones5, like6 the Atlantic7, but most of those I've seen have been savage. The only one that hurts me at all is a very nasty8 one9 in the Forum10, and that because the editor11 is an old friend. I wrote "Double Birthday"12 for him when I could have got a lot more money for it elsewhere.
Princeton was really very jolly. I was awfully pleased to see a good deal of the Lindberghs13. There were a lot of fine people up for degrees14 and things. Miss Lewis15 and I got up here the first of July and found our little house so snug and trim. I've finished two new short stories16, and chopped five trees and grubbed out thistles and black alder bushes, and had a lovely French landscape paper put on my bed room—all goats and rabbits in a warm yellow background. I love to waken up in the morning and look at my walls with the sun pouring over them. We've had so many blue and gold days this year, with enough soft fog between to make one feel the real North. But it's always cool. The weather is a constant joy, like poetry or music. I've done a lot of carpenter work about the place—I'm right handy with tools. I've just been reading "Fathers & Sons"17 over again at night. For me there is no modern writer like that one18. He is like the ground and the grass and the fir trees. Please don't be afraid of me—that's the next step to distrust. But I am never myself in a New York3 hotel19—always rather savage and on my guard. I will be like that, I suppose, until I get some better kind of life.Affectionately Willa Cather Mrs. Bryson Burroughs1 Metropolitan Museum of Art Fifth Ave. & 81st Street New York N. Y.3 U. S. A. NORTH HEAD2 Aug 23 1931 THE METROPOLITAN