Hartford June 21.
My Dear Howells:
O, the visit was just jolly! It couldn’t be improved on. And after the reputation we gained on Lexington Centennial Day it would have been a pity to become commonplace again by catching trains & being on time like the general scum of the earth. Since the walk to Boston Twichell & I invariably descend in the public estimation when discovered in a vehicle of any kind.1
Thank you ever so much for the praises you give the story. I am going to take into serious consideration all you have said, & then make up my mind by & by. Since there is no plot to the thing, it is likely to follow its own drift, & so is as likely to drift into manhood as anywhere—I won’t interpose. If I only had the Mississippi book written, I would surely venture this story in the Atlantic. But I’ll see—I’ll think the whole thing over.2
I don’t think Bliss wants that type-writer, because he don’t send for it. I’ll sell it to you for the twelve dollars I’ve got to pay him for his saddle—or I’ll gladly send it to you for nothing if you choose (for, plainly to be honest, I think $12 is too much for it.) Anyway, I’ll send it.3
Mrs. Clemens is sick abed & likely to remain so some days, poor thing. I’m just going to her, now.4
Yrs Ever
Clemens
Explanatory Notes
M. T. & W. D. H. walked home from Church with me, and
subsequently I went to Mark’s and dined with
them—just for love. Upon leaving H. followed me to the
door and we had on the threshold quite a talk on religious subjects
and I was sorry that we couldn’t have more. He seemed
very humble and earnest, and vastly loveable. (Twichell, 1:107–8)
Source text(s):
Previous publication:
L6, 496–498; MTHL, 1:87–88.
Provenance:see Howells Letters in Description of Provenance.