Dart has read Dot’s recent letter several times, and it hasn’t lost its appeal.  When he begins his letter, he has the NY Philharmonic playing on one side, and an annoying guy from Alabama making trouble on his other side. Trying to tune out the latter, he continues writing.

Recognizing how busy she’ll be in the coming weeks, and wanting to help her in some way, Dart decides to try his hand at writing her class history. He begins with a pretty funny paragraph – a perfect spoof of every class history ever written. Then he offers to write a fill-in-the-blank philosophy so Dot can simply supply her own opinions.

He waxes a little philosophical himself when he ponders what it was that drew them to begin writing letters to each other. He recalls how thrilled he was when he got her first couple of letters, and how he dreamed their correspondence would flourish. Because those dreams came true and fostered bigger ones, he has a lot invested in all of their dreams ending happily.

He agrees that home economics would be a good line of study for Dot when she begins college, and he expresses his desire to return to school someday. He misses the “romantic” subjects of English and history and would like to study those. It makes me wonder how he ever was persuaded to enter engineering school at Case. I guess it must have been related to the war effort. Seems most things were in those days.

At last the Alabaman near him becomes annoying enough to break Dart’s mood for writing, and he signs off.

Dot dashes of a hasty note before church. She was delighted to find his letter waiting for her after a long day at work yesterday. The relentless “liquid sunshine” of Cleveland weather is somewhat less delightful.

She filled in a little detail about the old photos she’d sent Dart, and expressed regret that his mother had not shared any of his childhood photos with her during their visit.

She had hoped that wrapping the fudge in several layers of waxed paper would protect it from the Old Spice scent of the container, but alas, it did not work. Commenting that many great discoveries have been made by accident, she had to concede that her experiment was not one of those.

With Andy screaming at her to get ready for church, she abruptly closed the letter.