No letter from Dot today, and Dart just wrote a quick two pages. He recalls that just one week ago he was too sick to write, but he’s doing his best to comply with her orders to “get well pronto.”

His maiden aunts and bachelor uncle sent him a large box of fine chocolates, but, alas, he is still on a liquid diet. His nurse allowed him a couple of small pieces and then he passed the rest around.

He wishes Dot a fun holiday at her friend’s house and sends her his love, accented with a line of x’s and o’s.