July 15, 1940
Bill, dear,
Hope you are home when this letter should arrive. After you left yesterday, I slept harder than a rock till Bev came and woke me up. We went to the show, and it was really cute. But darnit I missed you. I don't like this idea of saying goodbye every Sunday.
Did you get home all right? And please gargle or something so you won't have a sore throat this coming weekend cause I think mine's going to be a lot better and I can hardly wait for Saturday to come. If we were busy working the time might go faster but we're not and it just drags by. --
I think that tonight I am going to be a very busy & industrious girl. I have to clean out all my drawers and sort and clean my clothes and start mending, darning, etc. Maybe that will keep me busy for a while. Then I have just got to start studying. Why don't you scold me a little or sumpin so I will get to work.
They certainly are digging a huge pond out here. This one old truck moves back & forth pushing dirt hither & yon - I hope there aren't too many mosquitoes born & bred & too many other miscellaneous bugs. -
Say - you weren't mad at me or anything for anything I'd done or said. Or were you really just tired. Anyway we'll both rest up during this week so we can swing out Saturday & Sunday.
"Awaiting hearing from you" --- and I do love you -
Dotty
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