10 PM, Thursday

Dearest sweetheart:

Your letter came today, talking about the big rain, + Wilson + Rubin, and the Post +Watermelon pickles + Misha. I liked especially the hand written part of the end, but I liked that typed part too. I'm glad that you are over your cold. I wish that I had some of the bread you made.

We too had a thunderstorm-another one. It is just moderately warm here. Our rooms are rather noisy, + we plan to move.

Today I talked with Houde, Couant's [?] Aide. He said that Couant [?] wants me to come to Wⁿ [?] to talk with him + learn the inside story of the AdHoc [?] committee. Probably some day next week. I don't suppose that there is any chance that

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you'll be here in time to go with me-you can come with me on the next trip to Washington, probably the following week.

Holmes + I had dinner with the Eysters tonight. Young Mrs E. had cooked tomato soup, individual souffles (just right), and cream puffs-also good. We also had french salad dressing on, Californian wine, and coffee. She seems to be a satisfactory cook.

I read reports today, and talked with MacDougall. Tomorrow I'll come home early-today I stayed because of the dinner engagements.

I think that James is picking up some. He has no duties here, except to look around + read.

I love you, sweet little wife,

Your own

Paddy