Monday 7 AM

Dearest little sweetheart:

Ten down and four to go!

I got in Washington at 3 PM - the train was late. It was a beautiful warm day yesterday, and only when I noticed that a lot of women had on new hats did I remember that it was Easter. Did you have fun with the children hunting eggs?

I telephoned and found no one home, but I came out anyway and came through the downstairs, and un-dressed and rested until Milt and Dorcas came home at about 6. They had taken some visiting friends to Mt. Vernon. Wilt had got back from So. Car yesterday. Dorcas had not gone with him - but she had been away from home so much that I hadn't got her on the phone.

I saw [?] and Bob yesterday. Bob is soon going to England. He was griping about Carl Darrow, who gave a poor talk on Saturday - not a new thing in it. Carl had brought some lady botanist down from New York as his guest.

I heard that Hildebrand has gone to London to replace Thorfuis, who will soon be back to take a new job.

Milton thinks that I should write to Clay to clear up the financial situation. He is afraid the $150 Grandma saved up while with us will vanish.

Since the notices said that laundry would be ready by noon the next day, I sent 3 shirts to the Benj Fr. on Saturday. Then when I asked for it on Sunday they said that the laundry now took a day off - so my shirts are to be mailed home!

My hands are swollen this morning. I don't know why, since I haven't drunk much nor kept overly long hours, except on Friday. I drank half of a cocktail, and a glass of wine at the Phil Soc dinner Saturday. But boy, will I dissipate when I get home!

Milt is dressing now, and will soon leave for work. I'll go to the Acad. At 9_ and tomorrow at 530 I'll start home! To stay, I hope, with you forever.

I adore you dear little girl.

Your own

Paddy