The Tar Baby and the Tomahawk: Race and Ethnic Images in American Children's Literature, 1880-1939

My Dear Mr. Frost:

I owe you a thousand apologies for not writing you before: but we have been having a gloriously gay time in Georgia, as you have probably seen from the newspapers. In other words, the Empire state of the sunny South, has been having an Ohio riot in the shape of a democratic primary election. In this business the Constitution has taken an active part, and, as a result, I have been very busy—busier than usual.

Send on your notes and sketches whenever you get ready. I may take a holiday in August, and if I do, I shall go up to Whitepath and saturate myself with the surroundings. Can't you
come down and go along? We'd have some fun.

Make your notes as copious as possible, and send them, with the sketches, by express.

You may be sure I'll hunt you up when I come to Philadelphia. I'll try, indeed, to make you feel sore over your kind invitation.

Mrs. Harris sends her regards. Pray present mine to Mrs. Frost, and believe me yours faithfully: