As for Aix, that I cannot believe will ever happen-- It was just a part of one's honeymoon and I refuse to cheat myself into thinking that within a week I will be riding through the lanes of the little villages, drinking red wine at Burget, watching Chas spread cheese over great hunks of bread and listening to three bands at one time.

And then the joy to follow of Home and America and all that is American.

Even the Custom House holds nothing but joy for me--and then "mine own people!" It has been six weeks since we have heard from you or longer, nearly two months and how I miss you and want you.

It will be a happy day when Dad meets me at the wharf and I can see his blue and white tie again and his dear face under the white hat--where you and Nora will be I cannot tell, but I will seek you out.

We will be happy together--so happy-- It has been the longest separation we have known and such a lot of things have happened.