39 Baker Street,
Saranac Lake, N.Y.
June 21, 1919.Bub dearest,
Here I am up at the lake when it is so cool that we have to wear sweaters about. Sounds like a fairy tale doesn't it? "I'll say so!!!" - with apologies, dear!!
Yesterday morning my various boxes offered me some amusement unpacking them. I found my Senior year book which came out after I had left college and, Bub dear, what do you think my grind was? Ye Gauds! it nearly rolled me over.
"Frances E. Brown
"Somebody's Sweetheart!"Now what do you know about that? I'm afraid they've got my number - Truly, aren't girls the most inquisitive bunch going, though?
After talking with Daddy for a little while about taking the course at Columbia he has almost given his consent. So I hope to come down to the center of civilization again, soon. The only thing that will keep me up here is that if I see he is going to worry all summer about me roasting in the city why then, of course, I'll drop the idea all together. For, I can't cause Daddy any worry.
It is rather early here now for the season to begin and there are few young people about but soon the place will be thriving. Then the real good times will begin.
Bub dear, I had a wonderful time from the time I met you Monday morning until Wednesday when I left. I enjoyed every single minute while I was with you but then I always do, dear. You made me just awfully, awfully happy. The only trouble with good times is they always have to end but then you have very pleasant memories left to think about. Isn't that true, dear?
Well, dear, I must give this to our "one postman" per day or it will take a week of Sundays for it to reach Murray Hill -
Bestest to Ken -
All my love,
Fran.