Dear Freda,

Send me back an air mail letter telling me these many
things…how you like Detroit; if it is terribly expensive at
your hotel; if you really mmmm plan to stay on; if you mean to
move into cheaper quarters; if you think I would like it for three
or four weeks if I came west? I should have to live very cheaply
that is the only trouble.

New York weather has been so gay and pleasant lately
that I almost wish you were back. But maybe the change has been
fun, and maybe Detroit is making you paint. You must paint, you
know, or have a child, which isnt so easy; and you must
enjoy
this strange and terrible spring with its omens and its ends
to an old era; and you must keep Diego from wasting
himself in
theories and in touch with people whom he can free.

Dear Girl, I am tired today. But write soon and tell
me what Detroit has spread out for you; and whether my
visit
would amuse you; or have you found friends and company already.

Love,

Ernestine

To Irving Place