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2 like weeds, a good handful I assure you. Our oldest grandchild, Katharine Jameson, enters College next month, a beautiful,
retiring, gifted girl of seventeen. I sometimes wonder if Aunt Kate's type of mind is not her fine inheritance. I still teach
at Butler College holding the chair in English Literature hearing in memory the name of Catharine Merrill. It is a beautiful
work, and I am constantly grateful for the opportunity it offers, and to have the opportunity lie at my 3 home door, where
I may be at last united with my own. What are you doing these days? Are you writing up last year's great trip? I hope so,
and that you are using your notes, placing them in a form that we all may have. I know how you used to talk, but hope you
look at things more seriously now. This morning I picked up a story the girls had been reading, Gene Stratton-Porters The
Harvester, where I came across a reference to Stickeen and to you. Of course, you've seen it, but, in case not, I'm going
to copy: