Dear Ted,
I'll bet you're writing to me right while I'm writing to you. At least I hope so. It is now about 9:25 pm. Are you writing?
Did you notice the moon tonight by any chance? It's simply beautiful. Right near it you can see the planet Mars and that is rather unusual because usually no stars or planets are visible close to the moon. The moon has a rather inspirational effect upon me. Know what I mean? It's much more so than rainy days. They only succeed in making me pretty lazy - except on occasions. When someone I like real well is with me on rainy days it makes a great deal of difference.
Mary Evelyn is standing across from me trying to mix me up and argue with me. She asks me a questions and then disputes my answer. She's gone now so I can continue in peace for awhile.
I had quite a talk with mother last nite. She pryed me with questions, not just for curiousity's sake but in my interest. Have you guessed what we talked about? You and I of course. When she discovered how much effect the Manny affair had had upon me she became quite disturbed. She thought that in a way I was comparing you with him. Of course that was farthest from my mind. That would be doing you the deepest of an injustice and I offer you my sincerest apologies if it has seemed that way to you. She begged me not to let his actions poison my mind and said I shouldn't let anything like that spoil my life. She was really so upset about it. I was surprised. Of course she doesn't want me to be hasty about such an important phase of life but she really implored me to think it over without the discoloration of that one unfortunate affair which is indeed sad but which she doesn't want me to look to as a usual example. I'll confess, Ted, she opened my eyes. Perhaps I have been foolish. She and I were both glad that I revealed to her some of our talks. You don't mind, do you? I almost always confide in mother because I think she of all people has a right know. She has the interest of all us girls at heart and as I said before it wasn't mere curiosity. She said to tell you if there is anything else that you would like to have her lecture me about, just let her know.
Today has been intermittently cloudy and sunny with some wind but for the most part too warm and sultry. We took Adyllis's country girl friend home this afternoon and got there and back with no trouble – actually. They have a lovely farm, I think. Of course that is only the opinion of a “city gal”. However they have 135 acres, partly wooded. They milk 20 cows by an electric milker which I'm sorry to say we didn't get to see in action. They also have chickens, pigs, sheep and horses besides corn and stuff. I hope this isn't boring you but I thought you might like to hear about my visit to the farm. I really enjoyed it.
We had a very good service this morning. A foreign missionary home on furlough spoke. I always enjoy missionaries, don't you?
I'm getting sleepy and I'm running down and I'm very warm. Isn't that reason enough to say good-night? I'll be seeing (or rather writing) you tomorrow, so pleasant dreams for now.
Love,
Dolores
I'll bet you're writing to me right while I'm writing to you. At least I hope so. It is now about 9:25 pm. Are you writing?
Did you notice the moon tonight by any chance? It's simply beautiful. Right near it you can see the planet Mars and that is rather unusual because usually no stars or planets are visible close to the moon. The moon has a rather inspirational effect upon me. Know what I mean? It's much more so than rainy days. They only succeed in making me pretty lazy - except on occasions. When someone I like real well is with me on rainy days it makes a great deal of difference.
Mary Evelyn is standing across from me trying to mix me up and argue with me. She asks me a questions and then disputes my answer. She's gone now so I can continue in peace for awhile.
I had quite a talk with mother last nite. She pryed me with questions, not just for curiousity's sake but in my interest. Have you guessed what we talked about? You and I of course. When she discovered how much effect the Manny affair had had upon me she became quite disturbed. She thought that in a way I was comparing you with him. Of course that was farthest from my mind. That would be doing you the deepest of an injustice and I offer you my sincerest apologies if it has seemed that way to you. She begged me not to let his actions poison my mind and said I shouldn't let anything like that spoil my life. She was really so upset about it. I was surprised. Of course she doesn't want me to be hasty about such an important phase of life but she really implored me to think it over without the discoloration of that one unfortunate affair which is indeed sad but which she doesn't want me to look to as a usual example. I'll confess, Ted, she opened my eyes. Perhaps I have been foolish. She and I were both glad that I revealed to her some of our talks. You don't mind, do you? I almost always confide in mother because I think she of all people has a right know. She has the interest of all us girls at heart and as I said before it wasn't mere curiosity. She said to tell you if there is anything else that you would like to have her lecture me about, just let her know.
Today has been intermittently cloudy and sunny with some wind but for the most part too warm and sultry. We took Adyllis's country girl friend home this afternoon and got there and back with no trouble – actually. They have a lovely farm, I think. Of course that is only the opinion of a “city gal”. However they have 135 acres, partly wooded. They milk 20 cows by an electric milker which I'm sorry to say we didn't get to see in action. They also have chickens, pigs, sheep and horses besides corn and stuff. I hope this isn't boring you but I thought you might like to hear about my visit to the farm. I really enjoyed it.
We had a very good service this morning. A foreign missionary home on furlough spoke. I always enjoy missionaries, don't you?
I'm getting sleepy and I'm running down and I'm very warm. Isn't that reason enough to say good-night? I'll be seeing (or rather writing) you tomorrow, so pleasant dreams for now.
Love,
Dolores
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