I’m simply tickled to death that “you all” are coming.
The protoplasm is in Heaven; all’s right with the world. Pippa passes.
Yours as ever,
Bill.
Friday.
My Dear Col. Griffith:
Keep your shirt on. I found I had to re-write the story when it came in. I am sending you part of it just so you will have something tangible to remind you that you can’t measure the water from the Pierian Spring in spoonfuls.
I’ve got the story in much better form; and I’ll have the rest of it ready this evening.
I’m sorry to have delayed it; but it’s best for both of us to have it a little late and a good deal better.
I’ll send over the rest before closing time this afternoon or the first thing in the morning.
In its revised form I’m much better pleased with it.