July 7 Monday – In York Harbor, Maine Sam wrote to H.H. Rogers.

It was a shame that I did not speak to you & ask your consent, & you must have been properly & righteously offended; but I thought Miss Harrison had, & naturally she thought I had, & so it never once occurred to me to inquire. Mrs. Clemens was pretty hard on me, & I couldn’t think of any defensive thing to say, because heedlessness & carelessness seem poor excuses to people who are not used to dealing in them, & besides they left me just as much to blame, with them or without them. But I will ask you, next time, sure; I shan’t forget again. It is awful good of you to hold still & not blow me up; wait till I see you—that’s the Christian way; & I need a restful interval in between, anyway.

Jean is all right, now—for another three weeks, no doubt. But if we had been in a train instead of on board the yacht & private & secluded, it would have been equivalent to being in hell. The scare & the anxiety would have been unendurable: Mrs. Clemens was alert, & up the most of the time two nights—& I helped, after a man’s fashion—& so the convulsion was staved off; a close fit, but it produced a valuable interval, which lasted clear till yesterday. Then I saw it; I have seen it only three times before, in all these five fiendish years. It comes near to killing Mrs. Clemens every time, & there is not much left of her for a day or two afterward. Every three weeks it comes. It will break her down yet. Some people pray at such times. Yesterday—I didn’t.

We are going to squeeze ourselves into the little Tarrytown house next October. It seems to be settled. And we mean to stay squeezed till the Hartford house is sold, whether the squeezing is comfortable or not.

I am at work, & preparing first-rate.

With just no end of thanks— and apologies— [MTHHR 489-90]. Note: the “consent” referred to here may refer to the tribute he wrote about Rogers. See MTB 1658-9.

Sam’s notebook: “Write a preface: I have never written a book for boys; I write for grown-ups who have been boys. If the boys read it & like it, perhaps that is testimony that my boys are real, not artificial. If they are real to the grown-ups, that is proof” [NB 45 TS20].

Muriel M. Pears finished her July 5 to Sam, with more of the same, including ideas for the Juggernaut Club, though she did not call it such [MTP].