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28 January 1922

Chalet des Sapins, Montana-sur-Sierre, Switzerland

Dearest Brett
   I have taken seats in the puffi-train for Monday and should be in Paris on Tuesday. My address is Hotel Victoria Palace, 68 Rue Blaise Desgoffe, Rue de Rennes. Write to me there if you can! I hope to see Manouhkin on Tuesday afternoon. It is all rather like a dream. Until it has happened I cannot quite believe it. But I was thinking if Gertler stays in Paris on his way through I wish he would come & see me. Would you tell him? It would be a pleasure to talk to him again. Im deadly tired tonight. I wrote & finished a story yesterday for The Sketch. The day after that happens is always a day when one feels like a leaf on the ground - one can't even flutter. At the same time there is a feeling of joy that another story is finished. I put it in such a lovely place, too, the grounds of a Convent in spring with pigeons flying up in the blue and big bees climbing in and out of the freezias below. If I lived in the snow long I should become very opulent. Pineapples would grow on every page, and giant bouquets would be presented to each character on his appearance. Elizabeth was here yesterday and we lay in my room talking about flowers until we were really quite drunk - or I was. She - describing - "a certain very exquisite rose, single, pale yellow with coral tipped petals" and so on. I kept thinking of little curly blue hyacinths and white violets and the bird cherry. My trouble is I had so many flowers when I was little, I got to know them so well that they are simply the breath of life to me. Its no ordinary love; its a passion. Wait - one day I shall have a garden and you shall hold out your pinny. [To Dorothy Brett, 26 January 1922.] 

Dear Mr Pinker,
   Thank you so much for letting me know that the Nation has taken my Doll's House. I enclose the new story for the Sketch. This time I think the number of words is well within the limit of two thousand.
                     Yours sincerely
                   Katherine Mansfield [To J.B. Pinker, 27 January 1922.]