March 21. 53.

Dear Hope:

I couldn’t get to my desk until now, with the impossible rushing life in New York. I always remember the quiet moments in the garden on the Croyden Road. Thank you very much for your lettre I was really very glad to talk to you over the telephone after so many years. I hope you are well and pleased in Washington, we stayed just over night so we couldn’t come to see you. I do not know what kind of music I left in Jamaica. I am not missing any. That must be the sketches in pencil, aren’t they? Or some printed music? Could you let me know something about? If it is with pencil I do not think I would nned it, so you will not need to embarrase yourself with a big package when you come to N.Y. And when it shall be? We are going to Europe this May, so you could leave music at Mr. Berner 28 West 58th Street, next door to our house. But write me about it. You told me that your mother is in N.Y., where is she, I would like to see her.

With my best wishes to both of you.

B. Martinu [signed]