There’s an endearing letter from Dart. With little news to tell and no new letters from Dot, he decides to respond to some of the letters he’s received from her that haven’t been answered yet.

The first one is dated January 14th! That seems so long ago – not long after Dart left for sea duty. He commented about her getting sick at her father’s birthday dinner. He thought it was interesting that she had a cousin who was going to the Belgian Congo with her husband and kids because he has a cousin who just returned from Liberia with her family. He regrets that her Spanish classes were discontinued.

Then he replies to the letter she wrote on his birthday in which she said that now that he’s 21, he can inherit his millions. He asks her “Millions of what?” and then tells her that he sure feels like a millionaire whenever he thinks about her.

He sends her written thanks for his birthday greetings until such time his thanks can be conveyed by word (and deed) of mouth. He got a big kick out of all the little cards she sent him for birthday and Valentines Day, especially that sly one about not getting “chaste” at all.

When she wrote the letter about all that bowling in a single afternoon, he expected the next letter to talk about how sore she was from bowling. He’s pretty impressed by her scores, which he says are much better than his. With all that bowling and babysitting, she should be nimble enough on her feet to keep out from under his when they dance. He suggests that maybe they should take lessons instead of murdering their pet corns.

He was thrilled to get the invitation to her graduation and wishes like anything that he could have been there with her.

He thanks her for signing her name “Dorothy,” just once. He loves that name as much as he likes the ever-endearing “Dot,” but the former reminds him of falling in love with a girl he knew her only as Dorothy. Seeing her signature that way reminds him of those first hours when something told him he had met the girl who would be his wife, if she’d have him.

This’ll be a short one from Dot, with a similar one tomorrow. She’ll be serving and doing dishes at a party tomorrow and will get home quite late.

She sure wishes he’d send those house plans! If he has, they haven’t arrived yet. She’s dying to look them over and show them around. Her dad thinks Dart’s a wonderful artist, and she just thinks he’s plain wonderful.

The headlines looked good today. “German Armies Defeated.” She know there are still the Japs that need to be routed, but the end must be getting close. She knows he and Gordon haven’t played their aces yet, or Japan would be on the run already.

She wishes he’d made a record before he left because she’s been trying to remember what his voice sounds like. All she can remember is “Apple pie, coffee,” and “Now hear this!,” neither of which were spoken in his natural voice. And the sweet whispers in her ear couldn’t be considered his natural voice either, although she hopes it was natural for him to say them to her. “Then of course, there’s the long explanation of the Mark I computer, but I’d just as soon forget that for the time being.” I love how she can tease him about that boring lecture he gave her and his folks about what he was learning.

She bids him good-night, with the hope that she’ll dream of him.