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POETS AND PRINCES White House, November 6, 1905. DEAR KERMIT: Just a line, for I really have nothing to say this week. I have caught up with my work. One day we had a rather forlorn little poet and his nice wife in at lunch. They made me feel quite badly by being so grateful at my having mentioned him in what I fear was a very patronizing and, indeed, almost supercilious way, as having written an occasional good poem. POETS AND PRINCES WHITE HOUSE NOVEMBER SIXTH NINETEEN O FIVE DEAR KERMIN JUST A LINE FOR I REALLY HAVE NOTHING TO SAY THIS WEEK I HAVE CAUGHT UP WITH MY WORK ONE DAY WE HAD A RATHER FORLORN LITTLE POET AND HIS NICE WIFE IN AT LUNCH THEY MADE ME FEEL QUITE BADLY BY BEING SO GRATEFUL AT MY HAVING MENTIONED HIM AND WHAT I FEAR WAS A VERY PATRONIZING AND INDEED ALMOST SUPERCILIOUS WAY AS HAVING WRITTEN AN OCCASIONAL GOOD POEM
as always, and the two little boys were as cunning as possible. Sister had brought them some very small Japanese fencing armor, which they had of course put on with glee, and were clumsily fencing with wooden two-handed swords. And they had also rigged up in the dark nursery a gruesome man with a pumpkin head, which I was ushered in to see, and in addition to the regular eyes, nose, and saw-tooth mouth, Archie had carved in the back of the pumpkin the words "Pumpkin Giant," the candle inside illuminating it beautifully. Mother was waiting for me at the Navy Yard, looking too pretty for anything, when I arrived. She and I had a ride this afternoon. Of course I am up to my ears in work. The mornings are lovely now, crisp and fresh; after breakfast Mother and I walk around the grounds accompanied by Skip, and also by Slipper, her bell tinkling loudly. The gardens are pretty dishevelled now, but the flowers that are left are still lovely; even yet some honeysuckle is blooming on the porch. STANCES ETHEL WAS A DEAR AS ALWAYS AND THE TWO LITTLE BOYS WERE AS CUNNING AS POSSIBLE SISTER HAD BROUGHT THEM SOME VERY SMALL JAPANESE FENCING ARMOR WHICH THEY HAD OF COURSE PUT ON WITH GLEE AND WERE CLUMSILY FENCING WITH WOODEN TWO HANDED SWORDS AND THEY HAD ALSO RIGGED UP IN THE DARK NURSERY A GRUESOME MAN WITH A PUMPKIN HEAD WHICH I WAS USHERED IN TO SEE AND IN ADDITION TO THE REGULAR EYES NOSE AND SAW TOOTHED MOUTH ARCHY HAD CARVED IN THE BACK OF THE PUMPKIN THE WORDS PUMPKIN GIANT THE CANDLE INSIDE ILLUMINATING IT BEAUTIFULLY MOTHER WAS WAITING FOR ME AT THE NAVY YARD LOOKING TOO PRETTY FOR ANYTHING WHEN I ARRIVED SHE AND I HAD ARRIVED THIS AFTERNOON OF COURSE I AM UP TO MY EARS AND WORK THE MORNINGS ARE LOVELY NOW CRISP AND FRESH AFTER BREAKFAST MOTHER AND I WALK AROUND THE GROUNDS ACCOMPANIED BY SKIP AND ALSO BY SLIPPER HER BELL TINKLING LOUDLY THE GARDENS ARE PRETTY DISHEVELED NOW BUT THE FLOWERS THAT ARE LEFT ARE STILL LOVELY EVEN YET SOME HONEYSUCKLE IS BLOOMING ON THE PORCH
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