With most of her housemates out in search of entertainment, Dot hopes to write this quick letter and then get in a couple of hours of studying in the quiet house.

She has learned there’s a direct bus from Kent to Cleveland on Saturday, arriving at the East Cleveland bus terminal around 1:30. From there, she’ll take the street car to his parents’ house. With those details settled, she sets about soundly scolding Dart for falling for Spring’s oldest trick – fooling young men to drive around at night in an open car without appropriate clothing. No wonder he has himself a whopper of a cold!

She must register for her third term tomorrow, and she’s looking at a very full schedule. She’s heard that many of the classes have already been filled by upperclassmen, and she hopes there’s something worthwhile left for her.

What was it she scolded him about in that letter forwarded from the Craig? Did he deserve it? Was it that part about his letters being much better than he thought they were? She tells him those letters seem like they were written so long ago that she can’t recall what she wrote about. It indeed seems like an ancient era, although it was scarcely a month ago.

Once she breaks the ice on this studying thing, she finds it’s not really too  bad, so she must be about it. She may see him in person about the same time he gets this letter.