Dart’s offering today is brief because he was swamped with eight letters and a package at mail call today. He is most appreciative of her “terse” messages inside the envelopes of the letters. I’d love to know what those messages were like, but I mustn’t be greedy. It’s enough that time has spared the letters themselves, even if the envelopes are lost.

The doctor has prescribed several more days of bed rest before Dart can begin the process of walking again. He sounds discouraged and is bracing himself for the fact that he is unlikely to see Dot before she leaves campus for the summer.

He added his retort to the little ditties Dot included about spring and kissing: Kissing spreads disease, it’s said, but this is seldom seen. The heat that is developed thus kills germs that pass between. After that, and having read Dot’s mother’s poem about spring, he decided to “yield the poet’s honors to Mrs. Chamberlain from Greenwich.”

Wow – this is an odd letter from Dot. She seems a little miffed that Dart suspects she was somehow in on the letter Cathie wrote inside the recent envelope. She swears again that she has no idea what her roommate wrote.

She started to tell Dart about the high praise the senior class received today from Mr. Hibschman, when the letter was co-opted once again by Cathie. (Dot had gone out to play a little baseball.) Since this particular letter is typed, there’s no way to judge by the handwriting. Anyway, when Dot returned to the letter, she was angry that Cathie had messed it up and she believes that Dart will once again think Dot was pretending to be Cathie. The letter ended rather abruptly.