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273 May 24 - Thursday - 9:00 P.M. Dearly Beloved: Last night after I wrote to you, I decided to walk down to the Post Office. It was beautiful out, and the full moon so bright that I didn't have to use my flashlight at all. There was a note waiting for me from you, and I had a doubly happy walk home. This morning Wendy woke early - she has a new trick - crys til I take her in to bed with me. As soon as I tuck her in she nestles down, sticks her thumb in her mouth and smiles roguishly up at me. I call [pg 2] her Miss Rustle Bustle, because she wags her fanny til she really gets comfortable. That was at 6:30 - at 9:00 I woke again, Wendy was in the center of the bed arms thrust straight out beside her, as I hugged the edge of the bed- Just as we were ready to start for town, Mrs. Price came over to see if I’d leave Wendy with her to keep her company while she gardened. So - I left Wendy, and had a fine time shopping around town - it was a beautiful warm, clear day. Got home in about an hour, put little sweetie down for her nap and cleaned house. [pg 3] I fastened the bamboo gadgets one above the other by our front door, and they look very attractive filled with fresh flowers. This afternoon we went down to the beach with Helen and Bobbie and stayed til 4:00. Wendy had a wonderful time. I took off her shoes, and dressed in bonnet, sweater and sunsuit, she scooted all over the sand at a great rate. She crawled about fifty feet and attached herself to a little girl of two and her governess - the latter by the way, spent the better part of the next half hour [pg 4] trying to keep Wendy from putting sand in her mouth. Later Wendy attached herself to a group of youngsters building a sandcastle, and just sat watching and not interfering at all. It delights me to see her make these small conquests on her own. When we drove home - your Special was waiting for me - the first one in almost two weeks, and I was so happy to get it. Don't have a guilty conscience, darling. Your Mother's Day letter didn't do anything to me, except to throw me for a loop momentarily. Lets forget it - both of us for the time being - I have it [pg 5] stowed away for future use. There isn't anything to forgive sweety- but I loved your asking my forgiveness. No, I haven't read the April 21st New Yorker - will look it up when I'm at the library tomorrow morning. Your speaking of the mango and pineapple reminds me that I've learned to make a few things native to California - one I think you will like particularly is an artichoke salad, made by scraping the leaves after cooking, mincing the heart, and mixing all together with chopped egg, celery, onion juice and mayonnaise. Oh - I meant to ask you - [pg 6] is there any truth to the current scuttle that Japan is going to be all Army MG? And sweety - I'm enjoying the lighter so much - took it down to the beach today - and it worked perfectly in the wind. Sleepy and sandy I go to bed - Wendy was so tired that she fell asleep over her supper. I love you with all my heart- Bobby Bev and Isabel stopped by - and I fixed them a drink, and showed most of the things you've sent - Everyone exclaims over the kimono - its priceless -
