Not much news again. (I mean what can happen when you’re stuck in bed and have no visitors?) Dot’s was one of four letters Dart received today, and the first one he is answering.

He consoles her on the tiredness she feels after working on her feet all day and counsels that it will get better after awhile. He calls himself “the old man of experience.”

He writes that he is not going to give her advance warning about any phone call he makes to her. He likes surprises. He also passes on word from his mother that she plans on answering Dot’s letter very soon.

He had a sardonic letter from Fred today. Among other sarcastic rants, he said that the only Navy tradition he’s in favor of keeping is the one where the Captain goes down with the ship! Such an attitude, that boy!

He writes a silly little joke in a colloquial New York accent, which he thinks is apt payback for her “green”wich crack in her letter.

He ends the letter by saying it’s his turn to claim sleepiness. Then he signed off with “All my love, til the end of time.” That about sums it up.

Dot warns that the letter may be a bit disjointed because she’s listening to “The Aldridge Family.” The antics of Homer and Henry remind her of the high jinks that went on at Andrews School.

Mr. Pecsock offered to dictate a letter for her if she couldn’t think of anything to say. When she took him up on the offer, he back-pedaled and told her to tell Dart about the dog Ginger. Apparently, she is nearly as clever as the toddler Chuck, who can practically read the newspaper! Dot is obviously staying with a very talented family.

In response to Dart’s question (again) about Dot’s birthday, she writes a very funny and convoluted paragraph without actually mentioning the date. That should keep him busy for a couple of minutes, figuring it out.

She ends the letter by promising to write a better one next time.