Here’s a very short note from Dart, saying he has nothing new to say and little time to say it. He thinks he’s catching a cold, which he blames on working over a steam table and then going on deck to cool off after the outside temperature suddenly dropped. He’s not used to taking a jacket with him after being in the tropics so long.

Now he’s at the end of the page and he hasn’t told the loveliest girl in the world that he loves her. Such things are better said in the dark, “so I must wait for many moons until I can whisper what I’d like to write about us, ‘n love, ‘n houses, ‘n stuff. I love you always.”