Dart’s kicking himself that he didn’t take the time yesterday to answer Dot’s most recent letter, because today’s mail brought four more!

He and Tom Reilly had a great evening at the Pops concert and milkshakes after. The soloist this evening, Beryl Rubenstein, had been his cousin Marg’s teacher at the Cleveland Institute of Music. Tom spent lots of time in Greenwich when he was stationed in NYC during the war. He’d met a girl from there and had several dates with her. He knows Bruce Park, the little summer house where Dot and Dart took lots of pictures, and Island Beach.

Dart and his folks are invited to Uncle Guy’s lake house for a July 4th picnic. The whole family will be there except Lolly who will be hospitalized, awaiting the arrival of her second child.

Judging from her recent letters, he has decided she’s far too ambitious, especially doing all that work on such a hot day. The most he’s been able to manage lately is mowing the small yard at their apartment.

He thanks Mr. Miller for the invitation to go sailing when he’s in Greenwich in September. He’d love to go, although he’s probably less of a sailor now than he was on their last excursion. He hopes Dot will do everything possible to assure the water won’t be too rough the day they go out on the Miller’s boat, lest he embarrass both himself and her.

According to what he read in his psychology, humans lack the instinct to “mate” properly, and must be taught how. “We better get the straight dope from a family physician before we do our experimenting on our honeymoon.”

He’s too tired to do justice to the swell letters she’s been sending, so if she’ll excuse him, he’ll turn in. How he wishes she could turn in with him. If that were the situation, they would have turned in hours ago. How he waits for the day that she’ll be the one who wakes him in the morning.

“Good night, Dot, Darling. I love you and miss you in every conceivable way.”