Last night, after they all got off,--early, I am pleased to say, since
the chicks no longer live at home,--I came upstairs and finished my
letter to Judy, and then I looked at the telephone and struggled with
temptation. I wanted to call up 505 and say good night to you. But I
didn't dare. I'm still quite respectably bashful! So, as the next best
thing to talking with you, I got out Burns and read him for an hour. I
dropped asleep with all those Scotch love songs running in my head, and
here I am at daybreak writing them to you.
Good-by, Robin lad, I lo'e you weel.
SALLIE.