Today, Dot was treated to yet another movie. Her mother won a pair of passes to the cinema and the two women saw a double feature of “Heartbeat” starring Ginger Rogers, and “A Song of Wyoming.”  She comments that she has not suffered from a lack of movie entertainment this summer, but has managed to stick to her resolution that she wouldn’t spend money on the movies.

She washed the woodwork in her room today and polished the floor. “It looks 100% better now, but still lacks character. Wish there were something I could do to make it look less like a furnished room in a boarding house.”

She received his 8-page letter of July 18 today, which was much as she’d expected. Without rehashing everything, she says she’s just planning now for a June wedding next year. She supposes it’s the wisest plan – or at least the one that makes the most people happy. (I detect a decided absence of enthusiasm for the plan from the bride-to-be.)

“As long as we won’t be seeing each other until June (after your visit in September) it shouldn’t be too difficult to wait ’til June. It is being together, yet not wholly together that is so hard to bear.”

She had a shockingly real dream the other night. She and Dart were on the couch and he was lying on her lap, looking up at her with that “little boy” look he has that weakens her knees. He was pleading with her in that unpersuasive way he has to please go to bed. “I woke with a start and looked at that laughing picture of you. Your eyes seemed more bubbling over with mischief than ever.”

“Of, if you knew how it gets me when you look like that! Especially when you’re standing, looking down at me. I’m sure it must be bad for my heart, ‘cuz it makes it work overtime. Dart, Darling, I love you very much.”

It’s now midnight and she must be at the Pecsok home by 8:30. She wonders if that huge train wreck he wrote about will make it the the weekly news reel. If she thought she had a chance to see  him in it, she’d go.