It’s a relatively long letter from Dart tonight. He assures Dot that she is the first thought he has every morning and the last he has every night. He’d like this letter to turn into one of those passionate things like the one he wrote a couple of weeks ago. He has the inspiration, but he really must sleep.
How he wishes that their first night of marriage could be at Sunapee. If that were the case, they wouldn’t have to get out of bed for days. As it stands now, they’ll have to vacate the hotel and make their way to the honeymoon of their dreams at the lake.
Perhaps to distract himself from amorous thoughts, he ponders the question of why he’s so fixated on “going to bed” with Dot. He surmises it’s the most comfortable place for love-making because no one has to expend any mental or physical energy keeping their balance, as they would have to do if they were attempting the same objective while standing up. Gosh, it seems he’s thought of everything!
“Remember (how could we forget?) some of those nights at Sunapee when we lay on the couch in the living room and hugged with our legs as well as our arms? We can do it even better pretty soon, Dot.”
The letter he got from her today brought upsetting news. He tells her in large red letters to whip that cold now, and don’t get another one! He had a sore throat today, which may have been a sympathetic one. He explains it wouldn’t have been in sympathy with hers, but rather, with his tongue, which he bit severely earlier in the day.
After recounting some of his minor purchases this week he exclaims that he is terribly lonely for her. To prove it, he recalls another intimate memory they share.
Do you remember the time you held my finger as we said goodnight and then I couldn’t leave you? I feel that way tonight. The look in your eyes that night, just before I decided I couldn’t resist coming into the room to lie down is something I hope I’ll never forget. Thank you, Darling, for holding my fingertip that extra second. It was a big moment, just at the right moment.
And then he asks, “Hasn’t ours been a beautifully passionate love affair? Except for having it shorter and having us be closer together, I don’t think I’d want it to be any other way. I’ve been thinking of lots of times when we’ve been in such perfect accord. Dorothy, I love you, I love you, I love you!’
Vowing that she can have him any time she wants him, he bids good night to his “sweet, lovely, adorable fiance.”