Date Read: 11/12/25

Written by: Alice Jones Rhinelander

Date Written:

My Dearest, Just had a warm bath. . . . . . How I have had to laugh when I thought about you something. I wonder dearest if you can guess what I am referring to. The night, you and I were at the Marie Antoinette. . . . . . . I can't get over it you have been Almost five months away its terrible, but only one thing I do not want to lose my love for you, as the saying goes, out of sight, Out of mind, But dearest, I live every day, in hopes, for your return sooner than, what you told me. So please do ask I ask for me wonce.

I have your picture, right on my bureau, every time, I am in my room, I cant help, to talk to you, I love you darling, but can't help, to tell you, I am going, to make you the happiest man, you have ever been, when you tell me the day, when you are going to be mind, And you can always remember my words. As I can do it, which I no, as I have my own little ways, I have much nicer ways, than what I have shown you dear. I hope you was only hear, with me speaking to you dearest. I will be tickled silly when I hear of your return, But will never let you go again, without me. If you remember, I shall follow. Well, dearest, tomorrow is Sunday and I hate Sundays up hear, So I will stop And retire fot the Night, And ly in my bed, And think of you darling,

With heaps of love, to you dearest,

ALICE

NYDM, 13 November 1925, 4.