It’s another very short letter from Dart tonight.
No letter tonight. Too much work. Will probably be a regular Wednesday occurrence. I got 100% on the Spanish test. I have an Industry test tomorrow which I’ll flunk for sure. I don’t know nothin’ – except that I love you.
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Giving Dart a little ribbing about his brief letter, she said she got an envelope from him today and if there was a letter inside, it was too small to see. Then she tells him she’s thrilled to get anything at all from him when he’s so busy with classes.
She hopes she’ll be able to answer two of his recent letters tonight, but her fingers are like frozen chunks. One of these days her father is just going to have to break down and burn some coal to heat this house!
Her dream of learning shorthand has come up short. When she inquired about continuing the class, she was told she’d have to go into the advanced class. The first night (she didn’t go, but heard from someone else) the teacher assigned 155 new brief forms that the students had two days to learn. Since her work schedule changes a little next week, she’d be arriving an hour late to class every night, so she’s out. El has promised that she’ll teach her and Jane what they need to know as soon as they can agree on a class time.
Their Christmas concert is in three weeks and last night’s rehearsal was terrible. There’s so much to learn about phrasing, breathing, pronunciation and the like that it seems unlikely the music will ever come together.
Her dentist appointment revealed that she must have a false tooth to replace one that needed to be pulled. Dr. Howgate gave her the quote of $75.00 for a single tooth, which almost made her drop her remaining teeth. She’s determined to have the cash in hand before she has any work done, so the dentist will do the work step-by-step as she earns the money.
Oh, how she was hoping to have $500 in the bank by June, but says her eyes were “bigger than my pocketbook.” She’s still going to try everything she can to reach her goal, but she finds a dollar doesn’t stretch as far as it used to.
She returns to the topic of Miss Miller again, telling Dart that he must never say he doesn’t deserve Dot or the consideration she gives him. The fact that he didn’t take Miss Miller’s hint is all the proof she needs that he deserves her very best. “I don’t expect you to hide away like a hermit just because you’re engaged to me.”
That Jackson boy he ran in to the other day – is he they guy she had a date with the night she met Dart? “Isn’t it terrible? I haven’t the slightest idea what he looks like. Shows to go you where my mind was that night! From his reaction to me I bet he wishes he could forget what I look like, too.
She was so happy to get that letter from Dart’s minister, Mr. Kershner. She thinks she’ll write to him again when she can afford to enclose a small donation for the carpeting they’re hoping to buy for the church.
The after-game rallies sound like such fun she wishes she could be there, too. She’s very proud that Dart is giving his time and talents to activities like that.
She’s glad the train fan trip went so well, but not so glad that she’s willing to write a whole page about it. Since she’s at the end of this page, she’ll say good night.