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#3031: Willa Cather to M. A. De Wolfe Howe, [September to October 1922]

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NUMBER FIVE BANK STREET3 Dear Mr. Howe1;

I couldn't do it in 500! Don't cut me4, please; anything about Mrs. Fields5 ought to have room to bow gracefully- - - You can't jam her into the subway at a rush hour. I simply love the book6, and am so grateful for its existence, and I've tried to make this little notice7 in tune with it.

I will write something very soon for either Canby8 or The Yale Review9, they both want something. I'll see where I think it fits best. I may ask you to glance at the proofs, and tell me if anywhere you spy anything that would in the least have offended her taste. How your book brings it all back, and how I've enjoyed remembering! I've simply escaped into the Park with it and gone back to another world, in these days of interviews and business and thirty-odd letters a day,- some angry, some so friendly, and many piteous. Thank you!

And will you send me another copy of the book to use in for this subsequent article10? The one you did send me goes off this very day to a dear Paris11, to a dear friend of Annie Fields, who since the war is much too poor to buy it.

Faithfully yours Willa Cather