Washington, D.C. Monday, August 14, 1944
Dear Bess:
It was nice to talk to you yesterday. I'd been mopping the floors and was I hot. Will run the sweeper and dust everything before I leave. I didn't get a great deal of dust off the floors and there isn't much on the furniture.
It was a good thing I shut off the phone. There were a dozen calls, but they answered them promptly downstairs and I didn't hear them. Slept all afternoon, got up at six instead of five, and the Hot Shoppe was packed, so I came on down to the office and ate at the Carroll Arms. Chicken dinner costs $1.75 there and $1.10 at the Hot Shoppe. It was good though and I then came into the office and found that the girls had been working, so I signed a lot more letters, read all the accumulated mail, and got home at nine o'clock, read some more Sunday papers, and went to bed at ten-thirty.
Had a letter from Abie Burkhart. His boy was killed in action June 22 in the assault on one of those South Pacific islands. It was a pitiful letter, because he was all wrapped up in that boy. I've been scared for Ed McKim's boy, but Ed doesn't seem to be as uneasy as I am. He's on Guam.
Decided I'd better send you the Governor's wife's letter from Vermont. It was addressed to you care of me so I opened it. Thought it might something I should see. Do as you like about it. I like the barrel rolling cartoon.
Kiss Margie. Love to you, Harry