B.C.

New Canaan, Connecticut

1. June. 1929

Dearest Margaret:

I believe I wrote you from the Coast. Now I have been home a week, and glad to hear from you. But my dear, you said nothing of surgery, did you? So sorry you had such a rough time.

Twilight is a heaven’s own place for rest. I am sure you would like it. I’m sorry to say that the three engagements for entertainments there this summer have been made already, so we could not take on our friend Geordini.¹ But come down by all means if you are inclined. Altitude a little under two thousand feet. A dry climate like the Adirondacks, even when raining, and most salubrious.

Write to Miss Mary Albertson, Ledge End Inn, Haines Falls, N.Y., and ask about accomodation [sic] and terms. They are always crowded in July and August. She belongs to the Angelic hosts of this earth, and her house is a haven of peace. Two weeks there would be better that a month anywhere else.

You could also write to Santa Cruz Inn, also in the Park,² and see what they say. It is also good and has a fine view. Both are near us, and both are open now. I shall be going up about the end of June. I am sure you would gain strength there, and find the place very congenial, and everyone would make you welcome. So do come and try it.

I am still sunk in an abyss of letters.

Love to you as ever