Thursday [5 Oct. 1944]

Dearest Cake:

Your letters are wonderful as Dorothy would say, with her hands clasped, and her eyeballs rolling towards the stars. You are the best letter writer of our family of three, next to mother. All you have to do is to watch the spelling a wee bit, avoiding words like torcher and Crayshaw, and all will go well. Have you a good dictionary? I feel myself more and more dependent on a dictionary. This is not to say that I am watching for mis-spellings in your letters – heaven forbid. But I did notice a most peculiar construction in yours of the 29th ult. The sentence was good for our morale and mother and I talked about it with the same gusto as you laughed about my stags. Here is the sentence:

I went to the meeting of the kitchen club last night and was assigned a half a shelf in a refrigerator and a locker to keep dishes and food that doesn't have to go in the refrigerator, in.

That last in kept mother and me debating for an hour. We both thought it cute, emphatically cute. To have left it out would have argued negligence on your part. To put it in meant a fine intellectual coordination, a capacity to keep many verbal elements together in your mind until the thought was completed. When I told mother that the suspension could have been avoided by the use of the word hold instead of keep, she replied that a certain romantic quality would have been lost, and of course you are nothing if not romantic. I mention this, craving your indulgence in view of our many years of companionship over the sink.

Mother has just come down to the den and has read this note. She nearly had a fit of laughing. How I wish you could come back to help me with the dishes.


29th ult
29th 'of last month.'