I'm "all packed up," even my pens; for to-morrow I go to New York—whence I shall write you before embarking.
Neale seems pleased by your "permission to print," as Congressmen say who can't make a speech yet want one in the Record, for home consumption.
Sincerely, Ambrose Bierce.
Guerneville, Cal.,
May 24,
1910.
Dear George,
You will probably have learned of my arrival—this is my first leisure to apprise you.
I took Carlt and Lora and came directly up here—where we all hope to see you before I see Carmel. Lora remains here for the week, perhaps longer, and Carlt is to come up again on Saturday. Of course you do not need an invitation to come whenever you feel like it.
I had a pleasant enough voyage and have pretty nearly got the "slosh" of the sea out of my ears and its heave out of my bones.
A bushel of letters awaits attention, besides a pair of lizards that I have undertaken to domesticate. So good morning.