When Dot told her mail man that there would soon be a lull in the letters he brings her from her sailor, he surprised her with another one from him. Then he told her that all of the mail carriers in Greenwich were discussing who was the most consistent letter-writer of all the service men sending letters to Greenwich. Dart won by a mile! Now Dot hopes he’s getting as many letters in returned delivered to the ship.

Does Dart really like her whistle, or is he teasing her about wanting to hear it again? “I’m constantly being reminded that ‘whistling girls and cackling hens always come to the same bad ends.'” She knows it’s not very ladylike to whistle like she does, but sometimes it slips out without her thinking. I think Mom’s powerful “wolf whistle” was one of her attributes her three children were the proudest of when we were quite young. All our friends wished their moms could whistle like that.

She met Harriet’s foster daughter today. Her name is Helen Buckley and she’s sweet 16 and quite pretty. Dot invited her to spend the night soon, but Helen hasn’t made up her mind yet. Dot supposes she has lots of her own friends she’d like to spend time with. I’m a little surprised that Harriet has such an old foster child, since she’ll only be 26 herself this week.

Speaking of Harriet’s birthday, Dot says that starting with that celebration, there’s a family birthday every month until February. Then there are anniversaries, showers, weddings, Mother’s and Father’s Days, etc. “Big families are wonderful, but they’re expensive.”

With love and kisses, she signs off. There are no letters from either party tomorrow, so I’ll be back again on the 27th.