Well, there’s no letter from Dot again today, but judging from Dart’s letter, I think we’ve lost another one of hers. Dart opens with a joyous, gushing rush of gratitude for a little surprise he found in her most recent letter. I’m not sure what it was, but he winds down his first paragraph with “Thanks, Dot. You’re the only girl I’ve ever felt this way about. It gets better all the time.”

He reports that his physical progress is moving along, but he has to “look forward” to the next operation.

He feels let down by Dot’s revelation that the long lettered code from a previous letter is nothing for him to get too worked up about. “I thought those letters might mean something passionate, or racy, or sweet, or something…Shows what fools we males be.”

His parents won’t be able to make it to Chicago on the 18th. They hope to come in January, instead – somewhere near his birthday. He asks Dot to tell him her birthday, but then thinks better of it. “Somehow I feel that’s sort of a hex on my acquaintanceships, and I don’t want to lose you!” (What a curious remark that one is!)

He mentions that he’s started to regain some of the weight he lost while on a liquid diet. Now, at 6′ 1″ and fully clothed, he tips the scales at 143 pounds! “And I’m still always hungry. Does that sound like a ‘sick sailor?'”

Having said all the “pretty stuff” in the front of the letter, he’s at a loss as to what else to say, so he closes with all his love.