Tuesday Night,

My dearest Hal,

It is late, ten thirty to be exact and I’m very sleepy. I had to help Sam fix his Valentines and that was quite a job.

Today has been a rainy day and of course the furnace room is full of water again and the lane is getting cut up again.

Sam is feeling much better. I let him go to school today inspite of the rain. He is already behind his class and I hate for him to miss any more time. He is not a student. I know to threaten him with dire punishment to make him read his lessons at all.

I had to go to the ex. Committee meeting of P.T.A. and as usual much was said and nothing was done. I hope they don’t have P.T.A in Petersburg, though they probably do.

Patsy has the mumps and seems to be having a mild case just like Sam’s were.

Mr. Engleman, who runs the hardware store, had a bail in his nose and had to go to the hospital. His condition is quite critical I believe.

Sam will not go to sleep as long as I have this light burning so I’ll have to say how much I miss you very quickly and let him go to sleep.

In some ways it seems harder to have you so near and not be with you than it was when you were in India. At least then I knew there was nothing I could do about it but now I keep wanting to call you and come down to see you and such as that.

Mother had one of her bad days today. I think she ate something that upset her. This is what worries me about her trying to stay here alone in the daytime. She couldn’t fire the furnace and do the chore when she is sick. Maybe there is an answer but I’d surely like to know what it is.

If I don’t hear from you tomorrow I’m going to be very unhappy. I love you very, very much. I don’t see why you have to demonstrate things on weekends I’d like very, very much to see you.

All my love,

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