I’m not sure how Dart can write 22 pages over the past two  nights and still have four pages worth of something to write, but I’m awfully glad he does!

He begins by wishing he could take a long walk with Dot on this snowy night. The full moon and strong wind have combined to make the landscape silvery and inviting.

His vacation from school is nearly over and he hasn’t begun to accomplish what he’d intended to. Another day of staying indoors due to illness has put him even farther behind.

Today, he made a fairly exact drawing of their rooms upstairs. He put the permanent walls, windows, outlets, etc. in ink and penciled in their proposed built-ins. In honor of her preference for closed bookshelves, he plans to start searching for glass doors for their shelves and corner cupboard soon. Whatever carpentry work he does will have to be done in the basement because they’re hoping to keep Katherine as a tenant for as long as possible to help with the rent. He’ll build downstairs in preparation for installing the pieces just before leaving for Greenwich for the wedding. He hopes for Dot’s input on paint and wallpaper.

A letter from Burke announced that he’ll be home for a visit this weekend before spending a couple of weeks on the road, running the technical equipment for a scientific “road show” (lecture series) that his boss/professor will be doing in February.

His New Yorker subscription has started to arrive now and he enjoys it very much. He also got a short letter from Dot which must have mentioned something about an afghan. He says that his classmate Molly McGee says “afghan” is a corrupt form of the term “half again,” because you always use half again as much yarn as you think you’ll need.

It seems that Dot has been doing a bit of reading on their favorite subject (sex). He asks if she thinks “The Torch of Life” would be something a young man could request at the public library without blushing. He also comments that it seems like a rather eye-catching title for a book on the topic. Will she tell him some of the good parts?

That’s all the time he has, and he bids her good night.