Fred and I slept again in the Study. It looked like a storm last
night, but it did not come. Fred is a real Comrad. I got to his
heart last night. I do not know how. The roses have been wounderful
the last few days.
How is wounderful Mary? We are all sending Thoughts to you. We have
had wounderful full days lately, all heat. The town is howling
for rain now; they are never satisfied. We are always ready for
anything. It is the best. Our wounderful old mailtrain just crossed
the magic lane. I love trains more and more. They have a pull to my
heart. We love everything.
I do not feel on erth. I feel in space. Out of the draw of the
erth--_Free_.
Love always in my heart for you. I hold hard for the time that
Comrads pull together again for the road, us two. Jane is at my
hump all the time--so I will quit.