4/6/39
Darling! Gee you’re sweet.
I’ve saved your letter for the last so that I won’t have to hurry. I wrote to you last night, and found that I couldn’t mail it because I was out of stamps. I couldn’t get them today because it has been pouring rain—and I mean pouring. I shall try to get them on the way to the office tomorrow. I finally got last night’s letter mailed after supper tonight.
Holy Smoke! Hasn’t Crane’s stuff been sent yet? I wrote to him months ago and said that it has been shipped out just before I got out here. I thought it was going to be picked up along with my trunk. As far as I know, the address you have is the right one. I can’t see any reason for not shipping it on out collect.
Your additions to my plans are swell. I was sort of on the spot. I want you out here badly, but I didn’t think it wise to ask you on a Dutch treat basis. I’m yet funny that way. There is one revision I would like to make. You know, baby girl, it would be terrific rooming in the same place. I wouldn’t be able to leave you alone for long. If last night was any indication, you wouldn’t be safe in the same block with me, even if I did stay home, if you get what I mean! We would have difficulty making the right kind of friends under that sort of set-up. So we would have to room in separate homes. To avoid the old business of roaming the streets, we would have to arrange parlor privileges*, or I would have to get an apartment. The parlor of the place where I now stay is pretty well deserted, and it might work out, but we would have to stick to midnight rules to avoid friction. The other angle, I wouldn’t want you to come out and look for a job, for that is a horrible experience in this section. Get the job first, and then come out. Probably Nana (Mrs. Brooks) would have a fit, and I shouldn’t even mention it after the above, but the front room upstairs here isn’t taken, and probably won’t be unless the door between the two rooms shut to keep up appearances, but it is worth considering. I think Nana could keep us straight if anyone could, for she is a fine old gal. I’ve thought of this so many times that I almost consider the front one as your room!
Your extension of my time was one of the most unselfish things that you have ever done, and I adore you for your proviso of not wanting to spend it away from me. I yet can’t see how the devil I ever got anything so genuinely sweet as my wife. Please return the enclosure. I must get to work on my calculations.
Your little boy, Cy.
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