Tuesday afternoon.
Bub dearest,
I just this morning received your wonderful letter, Bub darling, and you do not know how glad I was to hear from you.
I certainly am glad you lead such a wonderful time dear and I can assure you that never have I enjoyed myself so thoroughly. Bub dear, you were simply wonderful to me. You certainly were my ideal "Prom Man" and I was awfully, awfully proud to have you as "my man!"
I don't know whether you feel the same way about your visit up here but Bub darling, I feel as though I knew you just lots better than ever before. Just your visit has made college mean a thousand times more to me than ever before.
Luck certainly was with you, Bub, wasn't it all the way down. I'm glad, too, because if you have to wait at all the trip is just horribly tedious.
I do hope, darling, that you didn't make your work suffer too much by staying over until Sunday. Just think we would never have gotten to Paradise if you hadn't!
Let me tell you what I've been doing since you left me. Well, I came back to the dorm but alas & alack I couldn't study. I had not awakened from the dream either, I guess. At any rate, I went to Chapel in the evening & then went home & turned in. Monday, I had one solid day of classes from nine until five. I raced home, got ready for dinner, and then after dinner went upstairs and prepared to write my long paper. I had, or rather Dick & I had stacked our larder with crackers & coffee. Then we began to write our long semester papers. At intervals of three hours each, we took a cup of strong coffee. It had its desired effect for at seven o'clock this morning when the rising bell rang Dick & I were still writing to beat time, feeling as chirp & gay as you please. I went to class at 9:55 & fell sound asleep sitting up in my chair. After that, I went home & slept for an hour & a half and now I'm feeling real gay.
You know, Bub dear, I'm awfully glad you liked the girls up here. They certainly the regular true blue type. It makes me happy because I want my friends to be your friends too.
This morning, in the wee small hours of the dawn, I opened my bureau drawer to find something and what did I see on the top but this mysterious looking package done all up in tissue paper. On top was written my name. Of course I opened it and what do you think I found? Flora Tissot had given me a perfectly exquisite pink crepe de chine kimona to wear up on the mountain. Wasn't that simply lovely of her? Really, dear, this whole week-end put together is simply going to spoil me.
Well, dearest, I must cease for now and do a little of the academic.
By the way, Maggie Edie wanted me to remember her to you and also to say that she was sorry she did not see you to say good-bye to you.
Bub dear, you don't know how glad I am, too, that Ken came up. Buddie simply had a great time with him. He was a bit rash to be sure but then she understood as every sane and sensible girl would, what a strain he had been under. He is an old peach and just as nice as ever!
All my love, dear Boy,
Fran.