![]() ![]() I wrote to Miles Franklin, and she confessed that she was a girl. I don’t know about the girlishly emotional parts of the book–I leave that to girl readers to judge but the descriptions of bush life and scenery came startlingly, painfully real to me, and I know that, as far as they are concerned, the book is true to Australia–the truest I ever read. And as I went on I saw that the work was Australian–born of the bush. ![]() I hadn’t read three pages when I saw what you will no doubt see at once–that the story had been written by a girl. Something about the letter, which was written in a strong original hand, attracted me, so I sent for the MS., and one dull afternoon I started to read it. A few months before I left Australia I got a letter from the bush signed “Miles Franklin”, saying that the writer had written a novel, but knew nothing of editors and publishers, and asking me to read and advise. ![]()
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