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Letter marked Indianapolis letters 288 Central Ave., Indianapolis Jan. 22nd, '95. My dear Mr. Muir, I am sure you think
all I said about your printing a book was just talk, seeing I was so long telling you how much I enjoyed it. I am the possessor
of two of these books, having read one. I'll just say - one, I purchased, the other was a gift I insist I enjoy your descriptions
more than I would sight - the power to find the vivid word just thrills me, and some sentences I read entranced. I lent one
of my books to Miss Eliza Hendricks . When are you coming in? We look for you to spend your next birthday here, sure and
certain. We want to hear of the European trip. That was a magnanimous reply of yours - that your talk did not impoverish you.
Go and see Kate - you know she had a long and painful sickness. She was very, very ill. Don't you let her die: Janet's return
to life and light and understanding is marvelous, and it is as wonderful her mother pulled through, but she is simply tough:
We are all well. My boy does not take to literature sure, but he takes to work and money, and he is doing well. He is in the
lumber business, but takes to Nature, not for love, but money. Now give us the blessed assurance that we will hear and see
you in April. I have at home now but two of my six children, but Kate comes with the early summer. Love your children while
they are with you, for soon they will be gone: Yours truly, Mary M errill Graydon Did you see in the fall that notice
of the Mountains of California in the Review of Reviews? It assures the public it was written in good English