Wednesday 11 ⁰⁰ AM

Dearest love:

I'm afraid that this is the last letter that will reach you. I wish that the train went faster, so that you'd be here Friday night, say, instead of Sunday night. I'll come to the Pgh stn to meet you at 11 ⁴⁵ Sunday night- and girl, will I be glad to see you! Here today it is two full weeks since we left Pasadena. You surely are a fine girl to have arranged to come.

I've just had breakfast- at 10. I went to bed at 1, and had a good sleep.

I hope that the line of work we're thinking about now comes to something. I'm afraid that the Nazis have already got it worked out.

I'm enclosing some drawings which you may like.

Last night was rather cool- I needed you here to keep me warm- and it is still cool today. I suppose

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that by Sunday the cool period will be over, and the good hot weather that the local residents tell about will be back, and you'll say "Don't touch me- you're too hot"- but it won't do much good to say it.

I'm saving two nights' hotel bill by being on the train to Washington and back.

You are a wonderful girl, and I adore you. Your typing is fine.

Kisty hasn't turned up yet. Perhaps he'll be in Washington when I get there. I want to ask him what the British are doing along certain lines.

I love you, sweet little wife.

Your own

Paddy