In spite of Dart’s neglect of her, he received two great letters from Dot today. He hopes she’ll “keep ’em comin’.”

Skyline came out today and the staff is slightly more pleased with it than the last issue. Still, Dart thinks much of the content smells.

Pop called tonight. He sounded good and announced that he’s up to 117 pounds. Dart and his mother hope to see him on Sunday, but their roomer Kathleen has complicated their plans. She wants to go see him too, but her high-pitched inane chatter drives Pop batty in short order. They may suggest that because visiting hours are short and he can have only two visitors at a time, perhaps she should wait until  a time when either Helen or Dart can’t go.

Dart worries that the doctors may send Pop home to soon. They really haven’t done anything for him except to enforce complete bed rest. Dart fears that an early release will mean a quick return, and he’d rather they actually cure his dad while he’s there the first time.

Burke just sent a masterpiece of a letter, thanking Dot for her gift of kippers. Dart says he wishes he could maintain his humor under pressure like his brother seems to do.

Helen told Dart that there are two telephone operators in her sewing class. They said the phone company would be happy to accept Dot’s seniority if she transferred to Cleveland after the wedding. They gave Helen their phone numbers so she can call them when she arrives in town in late June.

“I see I have an imposing list of stuff to do this weekend, including searching for the ghost of our old Hoover, which gave up the ghost a few days ago. Any coincidence between that and my rewiring job is accidental and may prove to be embarrassing.”

He loved  her swell letter, especially the long rows of X’s and O’s. He can’t wait until he can collect on the real thing. He also hopes he didn’t go too far on that “real warm” letter he wrote a few days ago.