Sleighton Farm,
Darling, Pa.,
Nov. 12, 1919.My own dear Bub,
You do not know how glad I was to get your dear, dear letter. I had been just living in a dream it seemed to me, the whole time I was with you. I was just so happy. The minutes just seemed to flit by without our noticing them when suddenly, Presto! change - I was in the Reading terminal!
From then on life began for me in its old way again. I walked downstairs and the place was full of sailors. All offered most willingly to aid me with my bag! Then I saw 3 girls walked up to three of them - Poked them in the ribs and said, "Hello Kid!" - The sailors looked -, grabbed there [sic] arms and said - "Hello there girlie, come on with me!" and off those fool girls went with the sailors! Had I had my hefty badge with me I'd have "busted" up their little party for the time being and for the last time too, For! Daddy dear, had a long epistle waiting for me when I got home here. In it he gave me 12 good reasons why I should not do protective work. Only one of them actually "got me" tho' and that one was that if I continued to do it it would worry him so much that he would just simply go all to pieces again. So you see, dear, I've given it up for good and all until I can see Daddy Christmas and talk to him.
Bub darling, you don't know what a wonderful thing it is to have a feeling that your home is really going to be opened again if only for a week or so! It sure will be good to have a full swing of the house again.
You'd die laughing, dear, if you could see me now! I've my dumby "f.m's" now doing a huge addition probably just so it will take time and then I can write to you.
This morning I had the choicest letter to censor I have ever yet come across. It told all about the saloon hang-out this girl had been caught about, also about her "pals" "Spinach the Green" and "Iky the lumberleg [?]"! (Both men as she explained to me.) I kept her after school to tell her all about these things she should not write about and maybe she didn't give me an earfull! [sic] She told me she never "went nor lived with one man alone she always had five or six!" "I didn't keep company!" the poor dear said! She actually thought she had been doing right living with half a dozen - She asked in the letter for money from three of these men -
Did they have a legal holiday on "the outside" for Nov. 11th? The youngsters here all asked me, and, ignoramous that I am I said, "I dono"!
Bub darling, the youngsters are coming too after their long siege so I must quit.
Truly, I can't begin to tell you what an ideal week-end I did have with you. Truly dear, I'm getting worse & worse every time I see you - Every time I see [you] for it makes it just that much harder to go away again.
Don't forget to send me the pictures, will you? Best to Ken but all my love to you -
Always your
Fran.