Saturday morning

Warren, darling –

Last night after I got in bed, the maid slipped a letter from you under the door. I was pleased as punch to get it, but the news was not so good.

Incidentally, it took me just as long to get the letter as if I had been home.

Sweetheart, [illegible due to water damage] about writing to me, I know how [illegible due to water damage] it is, so you don’t have to make excuses to me, who loves you like the very devil. I do love you, Hon.

This morning I was ironing some things and told Dot I had a letter from you, so Mrs. Fluck offered to let me sleep downstairs in one of her beds but I refused. If I had to do that I think I would go home. It’s all right to cut expenses, but I still want my privacy. Am I right, honey?

Today is a miserable day, no sun, etc. It is trying hard to come through so perhaps by noon it will.

Warren, please take care of yourself. I haven’t mentioned it before because I didn’t want to think about all the things that could happen to you. When you come back I hope you get some time off so you can sleep. I’ll watch over you, darling, and see that you do.

As always, your letters are very interesting about the work, and I’ll expect a detailed account of it if you want to give it to me when you come home.

Sweetheart, I love you and love you. I’m waiting for you, darling.

All my love,

Margie

Semper fidelis.

Keep smiling, honey.