Monday, June 22

Dearest Hal,

Your plans sound a little vague from your letters. I got 2 of them the same day. I could hardly believe it when Daddy came and brought me two letters at once. I do hope you are unduly pessimistic about my not getting another one for some time. I am terribly sorry you haven’t been getting my letters regularly when you wrote. I expect some of the many I have written you have arrived by this time.

I hope you had a nice birthday. You mentioned that you would be having one in about a week when you wrote. It would have been nice to have been with you to celebrate.

You asked about the baseball scores. I will do the best I can to send you what you want. I sent you some pictures of Sam and his snowman you should have gotten by now. Just about the time your letter was written I sent two boxes of cigars. I certainly do hope they will catch up with you some of these days.

I also sent you subscriptions to the Cosmopolitan, American and Readers Digest. Please let me know if you ever receive any of these things. We have gotten two pictures of you. The first one taken with the sphinx and pyramids as a background and the next one taken in a sun helmet sometime later. We love having pictures of you. They help very much.

You wrote you were sending us a package. We can hardly wait to get it. I do hope nothing will happen to it. We would be so disappointed. I think it would be wonderful to have some Persian rugs. Sara and Elizabeth have both expressed a wish for some if you could manage to send some home. I imagine it’s quite difficult to get things sent. Don’t worry about anything like that. Just take good care of what means most to me. All I want is you back safe and sound. The sooner the better, even though the prospects just now don’t seem to be so very encouraging.

I don’t know any news to write. You should see our window boxes this year. They are full of dark petunias and double-ruffled white ones. They are a mass of blooms and smell like heaven. The roses are just about gone, but the back yard has hollyhocks blooming everywhere and Sam enjoys catching the bees that buzz around them all the time. It still remains one of those mysteries why they don’t sting him but so far as I know none of them have.

Sam says to tell you to come home right away. This very afternoon. How I wish that were possible. This is such a dopey letter I don’t see much use in writing any more. We love you, and miss you and hope you’ll take good care of yourself.

All my love,

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