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190 March 10 - Saturday - 8:45 P.M. My dearest darling: After an afternoon on the beach I'm sleepy tonight. Wendy's cold is about the same as it was yesterday, but since she has no fever I bundled her up well and she enjoyed the outing. We met Dana and Mike at the P.O. and drove out to the point with them. I wore my bathing suit, and picked up some tan and freckles. The water is a lovely emerald green color, and awfully cold. I can hardly wait the next few months til Wendy is old enough to walk along the waters edge with me. I ordered two pairs of [huraches?] for her to wear to the beach from Fred Leightons in N.Y. I saw them advertised in Vogue and just couldn't resist - natural pigskin lived with red kid at $1.25 a pace. This morning I was awakened by the sound of a tiny bell - the one around Hiram's horse's neck. I peeked around the [pg 2] bed to see Wendy, a [?] her “[Sleep?]-Safe” turned completely around on top of the covers with her head at the foot of the crib, shaking Hiram, and there looking at him very seriously. I still haven't figured out how she did it. Received your note #153 this afternoon - mail has been very slow - I hope you get around to censoring and commenting on a number of things I've written about recently - you never did answer my questions about your sweater - or would you rather have socks? Have you heard from Cal - any news from H. and on and on - I can't even remember everything now. Tomorrow I am going to get a box packed for you, and I want to get a dress cut out for Wendy. The enclosed material I bought yesterday - am going to send it to Muz to make into two party dresses for Wendy to wear about the time you get home. I hope you will be able to let me know long enough beforehand, so that I can do everything I'm planning. All our love - your sweeties send you every bit - Bobby
