It’s after midnight and Dart still has homework to do, but he’ll use this time as his rest period. He’s been working steadily since 5:00, except for 30 minutes to listen to Fibber and Molly on the radio. He helped his Uncle Tom move a mimeograph machine from Case over to Tom’s house.

He was so happy to get two letters from Dot yesterday, especially since one of them contained a nice portrait of her. He put it on the mantel so his folks could see it, and now they won’t give it back to him. “I like it better than the little one which appeared in the papers, but it’s still not the perfect picture of you. You’re so animated and so much alive that no picture ever does you justice. Your prettiness (your beauty, if you wish) is of a dynamic type. It can’t be represented well by a photograph which freezes some fleeting action. You are so lovely that it would take many pictures to make a good picture of you. That’s why I want so many.”

Responding to her recent letter, he agrees that he also gets mad when tactless people say the “but you’re so young! “I can sympathize with you, but can do nothing to help you when it happens.”

He’s glad El had the courage to leave Rogers. Sometimes those crusty old businessmen forget that their employees are human. But more important than El’s job is Dot’s! He’s so proud of her. The shift is nearly perfect because she gets both her mornings and her nights free. How does she plan to get her exercise in?

Now, there’s no sense her kicking up a fuss about him liking buttermilk because she likes shrimp! Horrors!

It’s back to work for him. He tells her to take good care of the girl he loves.

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Dot was thrilled to get two wonderful typewritten letters from Dart yesterday, even though she has no time tonight to answer them. She elaborates a bit by concluding that the letters themselves were wonderful, regardless of the typing skill. Still, even that has improved since the last time she saw a sample of his typing. She’s glad he was able to buy a new typewrite, which seems like a very sound investment, indeed.

Jane found a job today at the Fairfield Oil Company, whose office is directly across the street from Dot’s house. She and Jane both begin their new jobs on Monday. Tomorrow and Thursday, they are both pitting in a little time at the dreaded D. W. Rogers, assisting them some way as they install a new kind of billing system. Then on Saturday, she’ll be at the Pecsok house, watching the kids while Mrs. P. goes into NYC to meet Mr. P’s train from Cleveland. As usual, Dot is managing to keep her schedule full.

She started her Christmas shopping today. She’s determined to limit her spending to $1.00 per person. Her mother was saying the other day how much she needs aprons, so Dot spent $1.13 on some fabric today and plans to make two monogrammed aprons for Ruth. Since she claims that her time isn’t worth anything, she’ll come in almost exactly on budget with her first gift.

She must get up earlier tomorrow than usual, so she needs to wrap this up, sending Dart all her love.