Provincetown, Mass.,

April 16

Dear Arthur;

I wish Jig could see what you wrote of
him. It was from a feeling he would so value. It would
make him happy. I find myself feeling happy for him, as
if a beautiful new thing has happened to him. For me
the nice thing about the book is that it seems as if Jig
were with his friends, not off by himself. So I am
glad I wrote it, though it was hard to write, and I stop-
ed many times, thinking I couldn't. When you said his
city of Troy was this book---that meant a lot to me.
What you said was written with such beauty. Jig and I
are indeed fortunate that the book was sent to you.

I had heard you were to do it, for I saw
Bill Benet in town last month. He and Eleanor Wylie and
some of us went to Childs late at night, after Scotch at
Lawrence Langers. One of those nice evenings there can
be in New York. I remember a long ago parties, when you
were on from Davenport--at Floyds, when he and Marjorie
Jones were on MacDougal. Floyd had decided we were to
converse, not drink, but Jig started a rebellion for
booze. A tall girl named Casey was there--real name
Murphy. I think you liked this Casey. You and I had a
nice talk, sitting on a sofa, and I remember just where
that sofa was in the long room.

I wish we might talk again. So many things have
happened to us both since those days. When you return to
this part of the world you'll let me know, won't you?

I often think about going down to the southwest.
I've never been there, and strongly feel I'd like it.
If there are old friends of Jigs and mine there, Ida
Rauh, Mabel Dodge, Witter Bynner, will you tell them
about The Road To The Temple--that I'd love to have them
read it. Particularly Ida, whom Jig knew so well. I
wish I could send the book to all his old friends, but
can't, for I worked on it a long time and so am rather
poor.

I hope you are feeling well, Arthur, and working,
and happy down there.