Here’s an entertaining letter from Dot. She received letters from both Dart and his mother today. While she appreciates that his was sent via air mail, she advises him not to do that again because it’s too expensive. Pennies count!

She says she almost envies him being in cold San Francisco. She mentions that the threat of a hurricane yesterday did nothing to deter her and El from heading to the beach to work on their tans. When the wind nearly blew them over and the rest of the panicked sunbathers ran helter-skelter, El and Dot calmly made their way to the bath house. They found comfortable shelter there while they read their magazines. At supper time, they unpacked their picnic lunch and had a swell time. Not much progress on the tans, though.

She expresses her practical, mature viewpoint on his confession of his date with Jeanne. “If it convinced you that you don’t want any other dates, I’m glad, and if it didn’t then I think you should continue to have them until you don’t want them any more. If this is the ‘real’ thing, it won’t make any difference in our feelings, will it? And if it isn’t, well I guess that’s one of the best ways of finding out.”

She mentions that she’s had one other date since she and Dart met which was a complete flop. She knows that if (miraculously) anyone else would ask her out, she’d have to decline. She has plans every night with pen and paper, writing to the one and only man for her.

Today she was able to pick up a long-awaited prize from the camera shop. She’d had an enlargement of Dart’s snapshot made and framed to send to his mother. Dot likes her own copy so much that she’d hate to deprive his mother of enjoying her son’s sparkling smile.

When she was eating dinner with her family this evening, she set the framed photo at her place so she could enjoy it while she was eating. As she began to clear the table after dinner, her father grabbed the photo. He moved it to a serving table and arranged a candle on either side of it. Throwing a cushion on the floor, he quipped, “There! Now worship it in the proper manner.”

“Great humorists, these Chamberlains,” writes Dot. With that, she says the bags under her eyes are starting to tickle her chin, so she must get some sleep.