Next morning.
I just read this over before sealing it. I don’t know _why_ I cast
such a misty atmosphere over life. I hasten to assure you that I am
young and happy and exuberant; and I trust you are the same. Youth
has nothing to do with birthdays, only with _alivedness_ of spirit,
so even if your hair is gray, Daddy, you can still be a boy.
Affectionately,