didn't know whether or not you would live； I can't tell you what agonies I went through。 It seemed to me； if you did go； that I would never get over it all my life； that somehow to have let the best friend I ever had pass away with a dreadful chasm of misunderstanding between uswellI couldn't wait for the moment when I should be allowed to see you and talk out all that I have been shutting inside me for five months。 And thenyou know that you gave strict orders to keep me out； and it hurt me dreadfully。 How should I suspect that you really wanted to see me more than any of the others； and that it was just that terrible Scotch moral sense that was holding you back？ You are a very good actor； Sandy。 But； my dear； if ever in our lives again we have the tiniest little cloud of a misunderstanding； let's promise not to shut it up inside ourselves； but to TALK。
Last night； after they all got off；early； I am pleased to say； since the chicks no longer live at home；I came upstairs and finished my letter to Judy； and then I looked at the telephone and struggled with temptation。 I wanted to call up 505 and say good night to you。 But I didn't dare。 I'm still quite respectably bashful！ So； as the next best thing to talking with you； I got out Burns and read him for an hour。 I dropped asleep with all those Scotch love songs running in my head； and here I am at daybreak writing them to you。
Good…by； Robin lad； I lo'e you weel。
SALLIE。
The End