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117 Thurs. Jan. 4th 6:30 P.M. My dearest one: Bright and early this morning Wendy and I toddled downtown. Got your books packed and tagged - the bill of lading is waiting in Monterey - so they should be on their way this week-end. I sent them to #3247. I probably didn't pack them too well, but I was in a lousy humor after dropping [Daijiten?] on my toe - damn that book - be sure and bring it, and its companion piece back for Wendy to sit on. I didn't take out any books to send separately - decided it would be too expensive and complicated. Received two letters from you this morning - I felt the same way about Hilda - Fran will be hurt, but I don't think he'll lose any of his exuberance on the rebound. Sorry the typewritten letter got fouled up - but I enjoyed what there was of it. I was thrilled by what you said concerning my keeping myself in trim - It made me feel so good, and happy to belong to you. And because I did feel so good, and Lanz was having a sale, I bought a pair of yellow play shoes with laughing red cows on them! [pg 2] [Willouleys?] is sending two rolls of film - Our Christmas pictures haven't been developed yet - hope to have them off to you by the end of next week. Some new material in town, and I bought the enclosed to make Wendy a summer dress, do you like it? Wendy has grown so, and she is darling. Hair still light, and eyes very blue - always a smile. I was in the grocery this afternoon and looked out to see a boy of about 11 - books under his arm, rocking the carriage and talking to her. She was smiling and holding her rattle out to him! Have to put a harness on her now, or she’d crawl right out of the buggy! Her two teeth are so cunning, and really show when she smiles. Dreamt of you last night - not in a sexy way - just pleasantly walking along talking of this and that. Dreams are wonderful aren't they? About the cut out part of last night's letter. At first I didn't put much stock in the news Walter brought from New York, but now it begins to look as tho there might be some truth to it. So I decided that as long as there was any question in my mind concerning writing about such things, that I’d better now. Am I right? [pg 3] My days seem crammed full - just about every afternoon we go downtown with Marge and Pat, and get home just in time for Wendy's bath and supper. Morning fly by going downtown, washing, and giving the house a quick going over. I don't have any time to think and at night I'm tired, and just want to sit down and write to you, then go to bed. It's not too elevating an existence, but accomplishes it's purpose of making the weeks fly by. When you get back I want to relax - well, at least part of the time - I've been wanting to get a box of cookies and tinned things off to you - will make that an extra project for next week and perhaps you will receive it in time for St. Patrick's Day - Love you sweety - please hurry home - we miss our daddy very much. Wendy sends a special smile - and I send all my love- Bobby 4/43 Getting up at 6:30 commences - Warren is on an 8-12 schedule. 4/44 ‘Wendy-Warren’ wiggled for the first time tonight! (Remember how excited we were honey!
