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Los Angeles, November 5, 1914. Dear Mr. Muir: You were very kind and thoughtful to remember me and to send me such a lot
of your glorious grapes. They were brought over in the afternoon just as the boys reached home from school and there was a
chorus of exclamations when I got the cover off. We thought we ought to take a photograph of one of these beautiful bunches
of tokays. We all send you many thanks for them and I assure you they were fully appreciated by us and some others round about
here. I had an engagement with Miss Yates the next day and took some out to her, and she was delighted with them when she
learned where they came from, and sends you her kindest regard. You will remember her, of course. Fred Yates, the artist,
is her brother. She said he was expected to arrive in this country before long. The crowned heads will have something else
besides portraits to think about evidently for some time yet. I do not see Mrs. Hooker or Mrs. Jones, but heard that Mrs.
Hooker was in Los Angeles recently packing up to leave the West Adams Street home for good and that one of Mr. Hooker's relatives
was going to take the place. It always seems as though the garret out there belonged to you and me. I can't just think of
anyone else having so good and quiet a working time together in it. I have not been very well all this year, and will not
be sorry to see 1915 come in. Am trying now to get a good start and do better next year. My boy is well and growing tall.
He was twelve in October and rides a real bicycle now, so does not feel like a small boy any more. I hope you are having
better health than in the spring. Helen said she was going to make you spend the winter with her in Daggett and I am wondering
if you will do so. I have been intending to write to Helen, but Some way getting at letters for myself seems very had. It
is much easier to write them for someone else, especially someone named John Muir. I wish you would let me hear from you before
long how you are getting along and what you are busy about these days. It seems a long time since I last saw you, but I love
you just the same and always will, and with many thanks for all your kindnesses, I am, Yours very, very truly, Henrietta
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