Sunday, 8PM

Dearest little wife:

I haven't much to report today. No letter came from you. Holmes & I rose late and rode the streetcar down town to have breakfast at a child's restaurant. Then we came back and went to the big Carnegie Library to look up some things. I looked for Paulings in the Genealogical Library which we happened to see, but found none — only a book about Captain Henry Pauling who landed about 1615 from some place unknown and married a Dutch girl and started a big family. (You know — the Pauling NY crowd). Then it began to rain, and we looked at the Carnegie Museum — not much good stuff, mostly birds, plaster casts, etc. A nice Eugene Speicher — portrait of Babette. Then we came back to the hotel (one long block) in a slight drizzle & I went to bed and read the paper and a 25¢ novel (by Faulkner — no good) until 7. We have just got back from dinner.

I'll be glad when you get here. I'll bet it won't be boring then. I love you, darling. I even think that things will improve when Kisty [?] comes.

Be a good girl, sweetheart, and don't work too hard. I'm glad you have some help. Give my love to the Kiddies.

Your own

Paddy

[Enclosure: Article from The New Yorker magazine entitled "FRONT AND CENTRE, KIDDIES!"]

[Marginalia:]

Did you see this, darling?

[Enclosure: Color comic on newsprint]

"His wife gave him the eye decoration--for conspicuous gallantry to a blond manicurist!"