5 January 1922

Chalet des Sapins, Montana-sur-Sierre, Switzerland

  Your weather sounds too good to be true. We have 3 feet of snow here but at present it is pouring with rain. Just the moment for snow pies. It is horrible! But Christmas was fine. We had a tree, an exquisite little thing. There is enough German blood in the Swiss to make them have the most lovely small objects for hanging on trees - birds with glass tails and toad stools with candles in them and spiders webs of silver with liqueur chocolate spiders inside. These last are too realistic for me. Its horrifying to bite into the spider and taste what must be spiders BLOOD.
   My poor new book has been so boomed in the press before its born that when it does hatch out I know everyone will be disappointed to find its only a baby small; & will quarrel with its nose. It is terrifying to give birth to books. I wish one could do it in private.
Im still in bed. But I don't care. I defy Life. I shall win the battle after all and then you will be able to say all the cross things you want to without feeling that perhaps when your letter arrives I shall have taken a Bad Turn.
   Will you bite me as you used to, little dear? I shant bite back. I feel full of love.
   We are expecting our Elizabeth any day now. It will be a joy to have her. Write again. May I say without offence your hand-writing is exactly like a white kitten's.
                     Yours ever
                                   K.
[To Jeanne Beauchamp Renshaw, 2 January 1922.]