Dart is the only correspondent today, but this letter is almost long enough for two.

He was happy to get a couple of snapshots in Dot’s letter. They show the Chamberlain family home in Greenwich – a lovely Victorian with a wrap-around porch. The pictures of Dot are when she was a toddler of two or three. Dart describes her as “Quite the stylish little ragamuffin.”

He thanked Dot again for the fudge and told her it was almost all gone. One strange thing, though; he guessed that she had packed the fudge in a box that had once contained an Old Spice product which produced an “unusual effect.” No doubt!

He proposes that since they are both now of the opinion that they are not worthy of the other, they continue their acquaintanceship. “At least until we find out whether each of us is willing to put up with the ‘human idiosyncrasies’ of the other in order to have the more pleasant traits of character nearly all the time.”  He goes on to say that he hopes her letters reveal her true personality, but he fears his do not show all of his irregular traits. Then he uses a phrase that most certainly has changed connotations since the time he wrote it. He says he is a queer. I trust he means he is a rather odd fellow.

There was a little more chat about getting a letter from Dot’s mother, and the fantastically warm weather he had today, after a good snow yesterday. He closed with the dream of getting to see her again and getting to know her well enough that he could one day call her “my darling.”