Dear Enemy

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.