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Wellfleet, Cape Cod, Mass. Sept. 30, 1950 Dear Jack,

     It has been underlined:  extremely kind of you to send us your book.  It was forwarded to me from New York to the little house where I'm now living, with rabbits, foxes, bah and a Siamese cat which can talk German, twice the week, between 5 15 p.m. & 8 30 p.m.  I don't know how long I'm going to stay here, perhaps two more weeks or three - it is very lonely and already very cold during the night, and the last people with cars have left....
    I re-read the charming pieces by Eugene Field, and I remembered that night when you first red [sic] them to us, and Jane Mayhall was saying something about "the World is a Wedding, that's where we're heading; and we made the lifting-trick, and Mitsu sang a japanese lullabay [sic], and Philippe kept saying:  "!I don't agree with the United States ...!  It is a strange thing about Yaddo - when you are actually there