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One of the delightful incidents of our summer, on returning fr. Mount Desert, by the northern route, we went up northwest of Bangor to Dexter, Maine to have lunch with Jere Abbott whom we haven't, either of us seen in fifty years. I knew him well in Harvard days & those first years with Alfred at the Museum of Modern Art... I recall so vividly the opening night in the Heckscher Building. Recently I began corresponding with him which has lead to our visit. It was a really wonderful reunion...he lives in an attractive house, neat as a pin, with priceless furniture & exciting works of art. We talked our heads off, without drawing breath, & all at once, for three hours.... meanwhile consuming his delicious meal. He rarely goes anywhere.. I wonder how he tolerates such isolation. Still, I understand it somewhat... I should so like to see the Neoclassical Exhibition at the R.A. in London.. yet when it comes to making all the motions & actually going, I know I'll back out.

AMTRAK, however, starts the Montrealer the end of this month, which means we shall have train service daily to New York... which Frances & I shall use... & later when we do come in the fall, I'll let you surely know.

Meanwhile our warmest greetings to you both.

Ever yours,
Henry.