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Document is two leaves, handwritten on recto and verso of each leaf. Includes enclosed letter from the Menuhins and one handwritten envelope.
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Such a long while I have wanted to write you, but life hurries me along so
fast. I have just come back from
I did not know of in in some way hurt her
feelings? Or is it that the pressure
The wor world used to be a
great deal happier for everyone, young and old, than it is now. I am so glad
my gentle
Tomorrow is my birthday, and a gardenia bush as tall as I am and all covered
with flowers and birds has just arrived from the
Having
I wish this were a cheerful letter, dear Mary, instead of a rather somber
one. I am well enough, and came down from the country in November in high
spirits. But getting a new out always means such a lot of useless work;
floods of letters and telegrams and nervy requests and demands to answer.
It's such a a waste of time, and there seems
to be no escaping it. After this, I'll always go to when when "Lucy" came out. This letter
is for you and Carrie both, and it takes you
a great deal of love from me to you both and to Irene.
Do not return—glance at it and destroy.