August 23, 1942

My dearest Hal,

How Sam and I miss you. There are so many things we wish we could tell you and show you. As I wrote you before Moffett gave Sam a little, guy rabbit. Papa spent two days building a box for the rabbit. It really was a wonder he could build it at all he doesn’t have very much use of his hands, you know. Well after all the pains we took to make him comfortable that ungrateful, little rabbit up and died on us. Sam was really pitiful.

Today we went to town and got him another rabbit. This one is white and has pick eyes. He is such a pretty, fluffy, little rabbit. Sam loves him very much. We could hardly get him to come in and eat supper. I went out to get him and he was talking to the rabbit in these words “Don’t you go and die, little rabbit, because I want to show you to my Daddy when he comes home. He never has seen a little white rabbit so you just keep on living and he’ll be back one of these days, etc.” We hope you are well darling and not having too bad a time. Write us whenever you can and be sure and tell me if I can send you anything.

All my love,

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