Dart writes that Burke has been discharged from the Navy and will be back home on Thursday evening. He plans to stay in Chicago for a day to scope out the University of Chicago and make sure all is in order for his admission.

Classes started today. Dart has Dr. Heckman again for political science and a new teacher for psychology. He rather likes the latter, and wishes he didn’t. “I hope I’m not wrong in liking him. I prefer to dislike a teacher at first, for my opinions of them usually do a complete reversal about halfway through the course, and I feel it’s better to end up smiling at the teachers than cast black looks under beetled brows.”

He writes a cryptic paragraph about Kathleen leaving tonight and Al packing up his stuff. “Kathleen, after her vacation, will continue to live here. Personally, I think she’s too much of an old maid to be a good wife for anybody. I’m sorry to see them break up, though.” I have no idea who Kathleen or Al may be. Why are they living with the Petersons? Why have we not heard of them before now? Perhaps Mom will be able to recall a little something about the doomed couple.

Dart enjoyed listening to the Fred Waring Show tonight, and was hoping Dot heard it, too. He featured all of Cole Porter’s classic songs that Dart finds so lovely. It’s been a long time since these two lovers have written about the radio shows they heard. While they were so far apart during the war years, radio seemed to be a tie that bound them close.

After school today, Dart was talking to a young lady on the streetcar. She was in his psych class last term, and is his class again this term. While they were talking, they learned that she knew Dot from Andrews. Her name is Nancy Sutter, a year or so younger than Dot. The psychology class is the only one she’s enrolled in and it makes her nervous to be one of the few women in a class of so many older fellows. Dart probably seems to her like a safe guy to become friends with.

Now he turns to one of the four of Dot’s letters that are awaiting an answer. If she was elected 6 to 1 as the one to prepare breakfast for the crowd last week, it was for one of two reasons. Either 1) she is known to be a good cook (he hopes that’s the reason), or 2) as the one in the family with “banker’s hours”, she was the one with time in the morning to do the work.

“Dottie, I’ve been hoping you’d be making the trip back with me after we go to Sunapee. It seemed so good, and so improbable, that I feared mentioning it, in case I got your hopes too high and you might not be able to make it. Good night, My Darling. I love you with all of my heart, forever.”