Dart misses Dot so much more when he doesn’t write that he sometimes thinks it’s not worth it to skip a day. He ends up missing as much sleep feeling badly that he neglected her as he would have missed if he’d just taken the time to write to her.

He says he had a test in “Gringo Lingo” today and he’s kicking himself that he forgot a word he’d studied. As usual, I suspect he did better than he thinks he did on that test.

Dot’s latest letter contained a clipping about the telephone company and how it works. He feels like he knows much more about her job now, and he thinks it sounds interesting.

She wrote him some good news about wedding pictures, but I’m not sure what she wrote. Dart seems relieved to have that problem solved because he really wants lots of good photos of this big event to share with his Cleveland relatives who won’t be at the wedding.

It’s no wonder they felt so close to each other last Sunday night; they were both listening to Beethoven’s 7th on the radio at the same time. They had a shared experience in different places.

“Surely you must be learning something about me that I don’t know. Sometimes I find that my ideas and practices are a bit hard for me to change. I hope we can learn from each other, and about each other, and I can keep my head if I need to change anything.”

After a little more chit chat in response to her letter, Dart writes, “Gee, I get more and more thrilled every day, for it’s just one day closer to that wonderful day we’re looking forward to so much. Of course I knew what that paragraph about our first night alone would do. I’m looking forward to a long, long series of nights alone, Dot. I’m looking forward to greeting you in the morning, and to eating with you, and to working with you in our rooms, and to dancing with you, and to going to concerts with you, and to making a home with you. I can hardly believe that it’s less than 16 weeks until we’ll be a family. Oh, I’ll be so proud to have you as a wife!”