Haines Falls, N.Y.
28. July. 1927
As is known unto all men (and some women) I am a most delinquent correspondent. Not necessarily evil-disposed nor entirely oblivious, as may appear.
Before I answer the business part of your welcome letter, let me tell you it is always a pleasure to hear from you, and if you think about me often, that may account for the frequent illuminations of joy when I think of your written missives and wonder when another will arrive!
But, dear person, I pray you be not deluded into imagining Summer is lazy in the Catskills. Of recent years it is my only chance for creative work (so called). My loafing season is when I am reading in Canada and meeting delightful people—Editors of great Presses,2 Assistant Editors, &c!
By all means use "The Ships of Yule"3 and "Vagabond Song".4 As a matter of courtesy, to say the least, you should ask Mr. McClelland5 also, as he publishes them in Canada. Tell him I would be glad of his concurrence.
No, no Muskoka for me this year.6 And I miss the canoeing—and other things. Also I shall miss even the briefest passage through Toronto, being yours to the end of the page
Have you seen The Delineator for July?
Rip Van Winkle slept near here for 20 years. But he was no invitation. The moral is: If you are a lady, never sleep unless you wish to be wakened.7