Dart’s very short letter tells Dot that he waited all day for both the sun and the mail to arrive. His wait was in vain on both counts.

He and Tom Reilly plan on going to a Pops concert on Wednesday and there is no school on Thursday, due to the holiday.

His typewriter stand arrived today. After he assembled it, he is well satisfied with the results.

He got a 100% on a psych quiz today. His typing remains poor even though he over-practices on a regular basis.

He must sleep and hopes he’ll dream of Dot.

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Dot admits it was “hard to rise and impossible to shine” this morning, but she and her mother made it to church this morning. Rev. Daniel Bliss was back in the pulpit and it was a thrill for Dot to hear one of his soaring sermons again. She can’t wait until Dart has a chance to hear him when he’s next in town.

“Next to Eric Miller, I guess weeds grow faster than any living thing on Earth. He’s a year younger than Chris but he’s also an inch taller. His blond ringlets are no more, but he’ll still be a ‘lady killer’ when he grows up. Cameron looks exactly like Chris did at six weeks – like an old man.” She goes on to say that she got to the Miller home immediately after church and got home at 9:00 PM. She’s a little weary, but loves spending time with these precious little devils.

She tells Dart that Chris was talking about Dart all afternoon, even before Dot had a chance to mention him. At one point, he told Dot to call Dart on the phone and ask him to come over. She explained that if he were very patient, Dart would be there in September.

Her hopes of staying up late enough to write a long letter have collapsed. She can neither keep her eyes open nor her hand moving, except to write “I love you.”