That unknown correspondent of mine is still sending letters, and I am crazy about them.

I don't answer one now until I have mulled over it two or three days and I try to give him as good as he sends.
I judge from your letters that you are keeping at least even with Eileen, and that life is much happier for you.

You seem to be broadening.

I am so glad for the friendship you have formed with Donald Whiting.

My mother and Mrs.Whiting were friends.