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#3119: Willa Cather to Burton Hendrick, January 18, 1907

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Parker House3
Dear Mr. Hendrick1:

You probably think that I am making snowballs in the daytime and skating on the pond in the Common at night, but I am not. I am simply so busy that I haven't time to write you what I have been doing. Next week, however, I shall write you a long letter in my own fair script and tell you what has come my way. I am trying to make my notes in such clear queer(!) and useable form that, if they prove to be of any value, we will have no trouble in fitting them in with your copy. I really think that we are getting material which will tremendously strengthen the narrative4--though of course when one gets things down they don't always look so alluring or seem so important as they did when they were dancing in the air. I have lots of fun joking Mrs. Wells5. People don't want to see me; they scorn me, they want the real thing; they want to speak with the boss6; they want the lost Lenore7. But they don't mind me; they are perfectly willing that I should breathe and are very nice about it, and will talk before me just as if I were a fly on the wall or a baby in a perambulator. I am beginning to lay hands on the Treasure of the Humble8, and notice I note an expression of sweet humility dawning on my countenance.

Next week I will try to let you know the facts we have gathered. Until then, all luck to you and please wish a little bit for me.

Faithfully always, Willa S. Cather