We got here safe and sound. This is a pretty place. Palmer lives
on the edge of the town; it's an old house; one end of it is all
taken up with his "art studio," he calls it. He biles glue and
the smell goes through the whole house. You and Lin thought I
stunk when I worked in the tannery, you ought to smell Palmer
and his art studio.
He has another preacher helping him. His wife is very quiet; she
is making the clothes for the panorama; they have a pile of
clothes to make. He asked me if I had read "Pilgrim's Progress."
He knows the book backwards, so I have to read it and learn it
too.
The way he talks this is a regular show, but he won't let you
call it a show. The painting looks awful to me but Palmer says
it looks all right under the lights. He is about done and wants
Pap to come over to see it. If he comes don't let him bring any
money.
Tell Lin to get my shotgun from under the feed trough in the cow
stable. She'd better get it quick. Turkey Evans knows where it
is and he'll steal it. Answer and let me know if he has stole it
yet.
Tom White is too short. If Cousin Charley was a few inches
taller I could get him this job. It takes tall people to be
characters in Pilgrim's Progress, especially "Christian," "Help"
and the "Evangelist." Jake's goin' to be somethin' in the
panorama.
They don't live very well; maybe Mrs. Palmer didn't know we were
coming and didn't fix for us. They have had no meat any meal
yet, only flitch.[B] Palmer works all night and sleeps all day.
He talks the rest of the time. His wife don't say nothin'; just
wears a sun bonnet. Maybe she has the newralgy.
Give my love to all. Your affectionate son,