This is a short, sweetly intimate letter from Dart. He was happy to receive her typed letter, but it doesn’t feel as personal as her hand-lettered one.

He comments on Eleanor’s new love interest – and how tall he is reported to be. Dart fears that all of this “would-be” family will make him feel like a dwarf at something over six feet tall. He asks Dot if she has quit growing because after the war he wouldn’t really like to be walking around with a giantess, although it would be fine with him if the giantess were her. He thinks she’s the ideal height now.) I suspect he thinks nearly everything about her is ideal.)

He says there isn’t much news, but he could easily become involved in some very sentimental, passionate phrases. He tells he that often when he thinks of how much he wants to spend time with her, he gets even lonelier.