Dear G#1 & G#2,
I'll give you the details of My Last Night At YLT, and our sojourn at Doorthee's.
Rehearsal was going very well. Bert worked them hard, as usual, but it's going to be a good play. Gail and Jack are very good as Kate and Petruchio. Hallet was being terribly contrary as only our dear Hallet can be. Harry Seyler, Gardner Meisenhelter, Diz Tubb and George Trout were all excellent. How I wish I could see that play! Herb & Estelle Leapold came in later, and after rehearsal Mother and I went out to the gym to watch him paint on sets. They're going to be lurvly! Then I talked to Johnny, Gardner, Bert, Gail, Hallet - in short, everyone. It was so good to be back! Oh, and before I went, I went out to see Mrs. G-walt and Miss Bradley, or did I tell you? I guess I did. Anyway, I took 2 pictures from the "Phila. Story" folder and 2 from "Ah, Wilderness" and a "Taming" program - I mean poster. Then at about 10:30 we went out to see ze witch. She'd just washed her hair and was cutting a fruitcake in her white house-coat. Mother and I sat ourselves and we all proceeded to talk until 12:30. She and Mother got along very well, except when they got started on the Hiking Club, which Dot doesn't like and Mother does, and people. Then Mother gave as good as she got. It was interesting, to say the least. But they like each other. We ate cake and drank coke, and Dot can get vitamins wholesale, if you're interested.
Oh, and on Saturday afternoon Peg brought Meg and Lucy over, and Toby and Joby had been at the farm with them. Before they came, Dot and Mase were showing all the Christmas presents they'd ordered from the Bible and New Testament. They're reel [sic] nice - roller skates, knights and castles, Apaches, jackstraws, dominos, and anything else those small monsters might want. Cole ordered a little stove that really cooks for Robin, and a whole mess of packaged foods that are really foods. Dot and I drooled. Of all things, she loves dolls! I admitted sheepishly that I played with dolls until I was fifteen, and I still had about 25 dolls and chests of doll clothes stashed away, and she got dreamy-eyed. She played with dolls like mad, too. Dogs, dolls, and Toby and Joe are her passions. She says she'd love to adopt a little girl. Hmm. Also, she tried to foist a hot plate on me, and I have the mocassins [sic] I made at Jim's party this summer. Jolly, eh what?
Nancy came down Sunday afternoon and she, mother, Chas and I went to Symphony rehearsal in the afternoon. George Hurst was furious with the orchestra. They'd botched the last concert, and he really gave them a tongue-lashing. He's got quite a wit, and his sarcasm was biting. One of the gals tripped over her cello and George turned completely around, and said sweetly, "Settle down, dear." We who were watching had a wonderful time, but the members of the orchestra weren't too happy. When they took a break, I went over to talk to him. He came storming down the hall. Says I, "Are you furious?" Says he, glowering, "Yes!" Then he took both my paws in his and beamed, asked me all about school and was completely charming. I got quite a few sketches of him and the orchestra before we had to go. Mase was bringing the monsters over sometime after 4:30, so we went home. They came around five, complete with Poohs, so I pulled out my Pooh and Piglet, and they played and we all talked, and then Mother persuaded them to stay for cold turkey supper. So they did (they'd brought along home-made pickles and cookies) and then we all said good-by. We got the 7:55 train, and were back in the dorms by 11:30. So endeth the saga of me and the witch-family.
I almost forgot a new Toby-gem. Dot told him that if he was good, Santa Claus might bring him a new desk. So Toby said, "It's hard to be good. You know that snowman in the cellar? Well, you told me not to glue it together, and I did, and now you can't get him apart. That's bad, isn't it?" Then there was another one. His desk arrived in a box from Sears, and when he asked what it was, Dot said, "Wood." Toby's reply was, "How do I know you're not lying?" Smart child, that.
As to Christmas vacation, We [sic] don't get out until the 21st (that's our last day of classes) which means that I can take the 2:00 train. If you're going to be in town until then, we'll go home together, but if you won't, we can see a show or two while you're here, shop, or somesing. [sic]
Dot gave me John McMartin's address in the Village. You remember him, from Allenberry. I can just see me going up, beaming, and perching on his doorstep. That dame!
We're going to have to get those fatheads something for Christmas, because methinks they're making something for us. Think, gals!
Lerv,
G#3