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June 24, 1919.

My Dear -

All the things I had to say to you in answer to your last two letters have flown out of my head and all I can think of is how dear you are to me. Please don't mind me when I'm a "dem-fool", Wynne, and argue wildly and foolishly over small

or large things. Just remember that all my arguments are reactions of one type or another to something I have seen or heard, and sort of tolerate them with paternal solitude - only don't tell me so at the time. I have one or two pet theories which are more than theories or hobbies - they have become part of my program of living. One is a principle which, if you did not teach to me, at least you showed me its fullest meaning - the principle of the freedom of a human soul to go its own way without any shackling from love or authority. And after all that big principle covers all my littler ones, such as the right of a woman to live outside of a kitchen - and you know all the rest. Underneath

I feel sure that the theories I really believe in and would fight to vindicate, you also believe in. Because after all, those things are merely the same and the just expounding of human (or feminine) liberty. But other theories that I rave about well, many an argument I have tried out on you and in so doing have discovered its fallacies. And truly, when I look at the reality of things

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I am perfectly sure, - I know that neither of us could possibly break the bond between us. We jis' b'long, that's all. So now let's forget we ever argued - or I ever argued - such an extremely [imbecilic?] question as to whether we would still love each other when you returned.

I'm going on a furlough. Your last letters have convinced me of the fact

that I need it badly. Instead of going to the mountains with Ruth as I had planned, I am going down to Redondo for 20 days with the folks, starting Tuesday. I shall get rested there at least and will see Effie and the kids and Florence and my Ma and Pa. I'm glad to be going for I am tired, with a tiredness I can't shake. But I hate to leave [some?] of my precious patients, and I'm honestly jealous of the girls who will take them for me.

This is a stupid letter. It's the end of a day, and I feel stupid. Goodbye - Your Girl

I liked the snaps! Send me some more please.