Monday, February 10, 1947

Dart types most of this letter as a test of his typewriter. He had it cleaned and repaired, but he suspects they forgot to take the typing mistakes out of it.

He has enclosed the final drawings of the third floor that he’d mentioned a few days ago. He decided not to draw  in the shelves they’ve planned for behind the sofa because he thinks that’s a project they can postpone for another time. He noticed when making his meticulous measurements that there is a slight problem. Either a gnome has created a small room behind one of the walls, or the old house has some non-square angles. Either way, it shouldn’t cause too much of a problem because he can compensate for the lopsidedness with his carpentry work. He asks Dot for comments and suggestions.

He saw Tom Riley for a few minutes tonight and they took a short drive to the library and to class. Tom says he’s looking forward to the Event in June.

His two classes today were Spanish and psychology. The psych class is very large, which doesn’t seem to suit his professor’s teaching style as well as the small class Dart had with him before. In Spanish, they jumped right in to some very difficult stuff and Dart learned he received an A for his last term in that class.

He writes the final paragraph by hand because it seems more personal. He’s going to forgo answering two of her “nifty” letters that arrived today so he can write to her mother. He closes with “Gee, I love you, Dot. You make me very happy, just by being.”

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