FridayDear Jennie Louise,
I haven't a thing to write about but I want to get another letter from you so I'll scratch off something.
We moved back to town yesterday and in a way it seems sort of good to be back - more people that I can see if I want to though. I notice when I have them right within reach I not only don't go to see them but takes pains not to give them any inducements to come and see me. But then I always was queer.
However this isn't an auto character sketch of the Fossil and her peculiarities. Just before we came from the shore I woke up and did a few things that I had meant to do all summer among others walked to Stratford. Stanley gallantly offered himself as an escort and we enjoyed it so well we decided to walk back - we had planned to take the car over to ride home with father. Well as I was saying we started to walk but before we had gone half way an auto (like Harold's) belonging to none other than "My Freshmen crush" came along and insisted upon picking us up - the auto did the insisting, you know of course. Well, you may say a possible "prom" man but Oh, no! Whether I mean to or not I have the unhappy faculty of always doing and saying the wrong thing at the wrong time so it never so much as occurred to me to express any pleasure of seeing him (for the first time in four years) or of being willing to see him again. Chump! well I guess. Please don't mention this bit of nonsense.
And now if you won't tell I'll impart a secret of mine. I've decided not to go to "prom." Mother objected at first but I guess now she don't care if I don't and I can't think of a man, boy or anything of the sort I want bothering around to be entertained for three days or even two.
Now if I were sensible I should burn this letter up but I'm not so in due time you'll have a chance to wonder how anyone could write such a mess and mail it.
I had a fine drive to-day and expect to have one every pleasant day until I go back to College. I've only got to go to the doctor's once more and I'm not going near the dentist's though he told me I must. Two or three day's of a dressmaker are about all I can see ahead to keep me from being perfectly free.
There is already enough and too much of this kind of stuff so good-night,
With much love,
Ruby.P.S. I hope for your sake there will be a few more moonlighted drives only that the next will be more successful.
P.S. Please remember me to Ella & "Aunt Margaret".