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339 Thursday - July 19 - 7:45 P.M. Hello Darling: I feel like writing you a big long letter tonight. I have so many little things to tell you that I feel like little Jan down on the beach, who talks so fast that she has to stop every few minutes and take a big, long breath. The best place to start, I guess, if I've not to forget anything, is with this morning. After getting up, dressing, and breakfasting we got ready to walk to town. Just as we were practically out the front door, Wendy fell down flat on her face, and had her first real accident. Her lower teeth went through her [pg 2] upper lip, and almost immediately it got all poufed out. Wendy looked like a pint-sized [?] til this afternoon when the swelling started to subside. I managed to stop the bleeding quickly with cold water, and Wendy didn't cry anymore than necessary, tho I'm sure the cut was really painful. No mail from you at the post office, but a package slip, and when we went to collect it, “it” turned out to be three. First there was a package of books from you, then a shoe box for Wendy from Saks 5th, and lastly a belated birthday gift from the Mulligans for little sweetie. Darling, the shoes are unbelievably wonderful. The tiny red leather pumps with their saucy red shoe-buttons [pg 3] look like something out of a fairy tale - remember “Little Goody Two Shoes?” They are beautifully made, and Wendy adores them. Because they are new, and Wendy isn't used to wearing real shoes, she looks like a plump little duckling when she walks in them - watching each step as she takes it. The barefoot sandles are precious - tiny and brown with two straps and buckles like so. Wendy is completely fascinated with the shiny buckles - bending clear over to touch them happily. From the Mulligans she received a charming pale pink linen pinafore, lace trimmed, and a tiny navy blue bow on either side of the square neck. Wendy looks adorable in it, and it shoes her tan off to great advantage. [pg 4] My darling Wendy's daddy we'll just have to have another girl baby - they completely captivate me, and we’re enjoying Wendy so thoroughly. Our s'rpizes for the day weren't over with our jaunt to the Post Office, because soon after we got home the SM arrived with a big box from you. Such fun- I got sort of excited when I discovered the top of what must surely be a liquor bottle, and was overjoyed to find our old Mr. [Véntible?] Bénédictine, even if he was empty. We must make this one into a lamp too, don't you think, so that we will have a pair for the set of end tables we will be having [pg 5] someday soon, I hope - I love the wastebasket - am keeping one near the desk here downstairs, and the other for the little room. Thank you for your presinks sweety - they are wonderful fun. 9:00 P.M. Just finished supper in front of the fire, and two phone calls - The first was from Ruth Ebling, who arrived out here last Monday with David and Peter. Will finally managed to find them some sort of a place in Pacific Grove, and there they are, lucky guy. The second call was from Riley who is coming up to see us tomorrow, and expects to arrive before noon sometime. He's going to stop at Casa first, and I hope pick up the latest news from there, whatever [pg 6] it is. With all these damn calls, isn't it about time for you to phone me? I've been waiting a hell of a long time - ever since last October, and before too long it will be a whole year, and that's too long to go without talking with you to say nothing of not seeing you. You will be coming home soon tho Tinker, you've just got to. This afternoon we went down to the beach again, and Wendy and I took our long look-forwarded-to walk along the water's edge. Wendy held on to my little finger, and padded along very nicely. The water seems to intrigue her, and I'm sure if I’d let her, she would wade right in. Later, she found [pg 7] a little boy named Peter, aged 17 mo. and they played together, gabbling happily at each other. Helen went over to Monterey to find out about train reservations, and didn't get home til nearly six. That gave Wendy and me time to get home, straighten up the house, and have baths. I let Wendy sit on her toidey and watch me, and for the first time she seemed really interested in how mummy looks without any clothes on. She looked me over very carefully, and then went on to pick up her red celluloid swan to play with. I myself was interested, because I've been wondering at what age Wendy would begin to notice such things. [pg 8] I've been sort of hoping for a Special tonight, but its too late now, so I guess I'll walk down to the Post Office and see if any mail at all has come in. Hope Riley has some good news as to the fate of MG so that I can relay it to you, and maybe then you will be able to figure out whether you will be home this Fall. Til tomorrow darling - lots of big hugs and special kisses - Bobby
