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45 Monday Oct. 3oth 9:30 P.M. My dearest darling: It's pouring rain tonight, and even up here I can listen to the crashing of the waves on the beach. A lonely night, and I've spent a good bit of it rereading your first fifteen letters. I had just come to the one about your finding something at the Ship's store fro me, when the phone rang. It was the Post Office to say there was a Special Delivery package marked Do Not Til Christmas. I said I’d pick it up tomorrow, and asked if there was any mail, the clerk laughed good-naturedly, looked and said no he was sorry, but there wasn't anything. Mrs. Price also phoned to say that Warren have been moved from New Guinea to [Leyte?], and was very pleased with his new surroundings. The cover of the menu you sent arrived this afternoon, but the menu wasn't in it - however, the certificate from Trade Vici was safe inside, and is now gracing the door between kitchen and living room. ‘The [Leatherneck?]’ came too, but I [pg 2] haven't had a chance to more than glance at it yet. It's fun getting those little things now when your mail isn't coming thru. This morning when I came out of the P.O. there was a very old lady [watching?] Wendy intently. She asked if I realized that little sweetie had an exceptionally fine head - I answered that a number of people had mentioned it. She then asked if you wrote or had invented anything, and remarked that you probably didn't like business! I said that you liked to write, and she said that Wendy would too, and would probably be very talented and successful. She then went on to talk about people in general, and left adding that Wendy was an exceptionally fine baby. I can see you smile, but secretly I was pleased. Dr. Parker gave my teeth a good cleaning, and they look much better - two more appointments next week will finish the job. I wheeled Wendy right into the reception room at the nurse's suggestion, and she behaved beautifully. I bought her a rattle at the 5 and 10 and she loves it - alternately [pg 3] shaking it, and sticking the handle in her mouth. I expect the next four weeks will see a tooth thru - every morning we look, and Wendy takes it as a game. When she sees her food coming, her arms and legs start exercising violently and her mouth opens like a little bird. She is doing very well on the three meals a day and seems to be sleeping better. Darling, rereading your letters I realized more than ever how sweet you are to me. My letters beside yours seem so pitifully inadequate - I do wish I could do better - and will try. If there is anything you need at all let me know and I'll send it on to you first class. If mail doesn't take too long, I’d like to bake again too. It's ten and I must take a bath and get to bed- Goodnight darling - I love you dearly- Bobby
