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468 Thanksgiving Day - Thursday - 9:00 P.M. My Darling Tink: Well, another Thanksgiving Day is over, and I've promised Wendy a drumstick for next year. She put away a sizeable portion of roast beef for lunch, and I wish you could have seen her little jaws chewing away. There isn't any food that she just plain refuses, but meat and cookies are her very favorites. Sweety, I love that picture of you with Henry Groehn and the banana tree, and every time I look at it I have to smile. It is such a completely natural picture, and both your grins are very infectious. [pg 2] Wendy and I had a very uneventful day. We walked down to the P.O. after breakfast to find #374 from you and two letters from M and F. When we got home Sharon came over to collect Wendy, and the two of them had a tea party complete with battered coffee pot, little cups full of muddy water, and a platter of sand. This afternoon I finished your gray wool socks, and straightened the hem on my white wool dress. Do you remember it? I was wearing it the night you walked into the music room with Fred jr and the girl he had brought along. I don't think I've worn it since, because the hem was lopsided. About 3:00, Dickie and Tommy came to call on Wendy, [pg 3] and stayed for an impromptu concert on the piano. You can just about imagine what it sounded like with the three of them banging away at once. Tommy interrupted in the middle to tell me how he could play the [“permonica?”] and Dickie made up a song which goes like this: “The turkey is a funny bird - because he only knows one word - gobble, gobble, gobble.” When our company departed, we went over to visit Grammy for a little while. I would have had her over for dinner, but she went downtown with a friend, and I was just as glad to be alone with Wendy. Last night I got so excited about thinking how you might be [pg 4] home in about a month, that I couldn't get to sleep - I just wish I knew how things were going to work out. Somehow, I just can't feel that they'll work smoothly - what with the Christmas rush and everything, but I just can't hoping - hard- Poor little sweetie - it seems such a shame to take her out of a nice warm bed and put her on a cold toidey. To bed for mummy now too - Darling, I love you - Bobby
