CEHBates_1922-1923_013i

the I suppose I'd have to rush
after the moon before he drops down
below the horizon, climb up again
and sail back to New York,
leaving my Sneddie behind. I
would not[underlined] leave you behind
you old lover, I'd steal you
from your ma and pa and
we'd sail over China n' every thing
and drop down on a mountain
peak and live happily forever after
wards. Don't tell me I haven't
any imagination I'm becoming
quite enthused over the idea, just
as if it were possible.

I sort of feel as though you
are thinking of me right this