Well, I'm here again — with precious memories and a heartful of thankfulness. I have seldom been as happy outside my own home as I was in yours. Mona has heard all about you, and she shares in my affectionate thoughts of you two dear people.
Mona opened the surprise envelope, and it was a surprise truly — quite pleasing in the worldly sense, of course, but appreciated more as a further expression of your kindness, Slade, for I know it was your doing. Many thanks!
I was rather weary when I reached home Sunday evening. It's a long, long wait in St. Louis and the station seats are hard. But I rested on Monday and was ready for my Tuesday classes. During my absence, Nita, Mona decorated half of the house at least — and what a difference! I don't know how she did it all in so short a time. I mention this because you spoke of going after your home in the same way.
I think often of Dr. Thompson, and I hope I may see him again in this world. Please tell our lexicographer friend that I am sorry I could have no good talk with him, for I did feel something special about him too. They were all fine, the men I met.
Do let me know about the Book's adventures among publishers. How I do want to see it in print. As I think of it, I have a good feeling with no back thoughts. It is so reasonable, so well-ordered; and it places no burden upon normal credulity, arouses no antagonism. Also it flows along with no shocks, and ends in a quiet beauty.
Yesterday was a stifling hot day. Some youngsters fainted in crowded schoolrooms. Today is quite cool. What strange weather — upset just as man's world is! We need rain again.
John N.
