Dot hopes this  little letter reaches Treasure Island in time to wish Dart well on his final exams. I’ve been thinking he may do better on those tests than he’d thought because of all the hands-on experience at Point Montara.

She has just received Dart’s letter telling her that he won’t be able to send any mail from his gunnery practice. She’s not sure how she’ll survive four days without hearing from him, but she’ll try.

She’s a little nervous with all Dart’s talk about the importance of English. She claims to be a poor student of that subject; she can never figure out where to place commas and she says she’s the world’s second worst speller. To prove her point, she asks him to bear with her until she gets her “deploma.”

The Hostess House dedication sounded lovely, as did the female officers who were serving refreshments. In case he was trying to make her jealous by mentioning them, Dot feels compelled to tell him that she was invited to a dance last week, but turned the boy down.

Dot’s big news is that she has told Mrs. Miller she’ll  be moving home on November 1, so Dart can begin sending his letters to the Mason Street address. She must feel relieved at the prospect of working only one job soon.

Dot’s friend Cynthia and Dart’s cousin Margaret, both piano students at Oberlin College, have finally met each other in Ohio. Small world.

The toothpicks Dot’s using to keep her eyelids propped up have failed to do their job, so she must bid Dart good-night. There are no letters written on October 24, so I’ll be back in a couple of days.