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#3100: Willa Cather to Blanche Wolf Knopf, July 19 [1936]

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My Dear Blanche1;

Alfred3 writes me that the worst heat had broken before you landed. I thank Heaven for that! Coming from the sea straight into summer New York4 is always an ugly experience—there seems to be no air to breathe. I hope you'll take a slow pace for a week or two, until you get used to noise and gasoline atmosphere.

My two little nieces5 from Wyoming6 leave tomorrow. They are twin sisters, aged 19, juniors no, seniors in the University of Colorado, and they are charming little creatures. We7 have been walking and gardening every day—perfect weather of the North Atlantic type. My nieces had never seen the ocean until they came here2, never seen a fog before. We often have dry fogs with the sun breaking through very often. In short, we have the best features of the Scotch climate—and a few of the less desirable. Sometimes it does rain for days together. I don't mind that myself.

I'm glad you're back, my dear, but I wish you could have been abroad for August—I do dread that month in New York. What is Pat8 doing now, and where is he?

With a great deal of love to you.

Yours always Willa Cather