Dart seems to be in a kind of salty mood tonight. He begins by saying he’s not sure whether he should write to a Republican or not, especially one who’s average number of letters has been falling off lately. “Since everyone has the right to his own opinion without the derision of others, and since we must be tolerant of others, I’ll condescend to send you a little note.” See what I mean about “salty?”

He asks again about the big bet that’s taking her to New York tonight. Will she tell him if she doesn’t see him next month? He warns her that she probably won’t see him next month. “The Navy is most undependable, especially when one is depending on it for a leave.” He explains that his advanced training school is being disbanded. If his class manages to graduate, it’ll be the last class. They’ve been informed by their fire control instructor that they will most likely get a few hours of extra liberty in place of a leave. Needless to say, Dart and his entire class are very discouraged. He wishes now he’d never mentioned anything about a leave to Dot or his folks because he doesn’t want to disappoint them if it falls through.

I like that in spite of his dire predictions, he still poses the question of who he’ll kiss first at the station if both Dot and his mother are waiting for him. Optimism dies hard, even in a pessimist like Dart.

He hopes she’s having a good time in NYC this evening. He warns her not to get picked up by any sailors.

He adds, “This bet intrigues me. Also that statement that I won’t know you the next time I see you. Wonder if they have any connection. Wery, wery mysterious. Surprise me if you will, but I’m burning with curiosity.” That makes two of us, Dart.

His eyes are heavy, so he must close. Not before he disparages his chances of passing the final exams that are rapidly approaching, though. It’s always the same with him; self-doubt followed by shock and relief when he does well.