"Dearest Bob:
Your darling letter came this morning, I enjoy them so much.
I am terribly sorry about your face, and trust it is all right now. Wouldn't it be a shame if you had Barber's Itch- there is such a thing isn't there?
Everything went all right at Coe College to-day. I didn't study my french at all but Mr. Cane doesn't know that. The reason I didn't study was because Marguerite and I talked all hour. Our talk was worth more than french to me0 Marguerite is so lovely and she has excellent ideas. We were going to the lecture to-night but Mr Sarrett is ill.
I was absolutely astounded when I read about the SHADES, dear. How do you know one can see in? I hope the kids didn't see. What did you say in reply??!
I saw Herschel to-day, he looked just the same I thought perhaps he would be a nervous wreck. He said he spoke on life and service- wonder what he said??
I hope you haven't skipped any more of your meals, Bobby. I am truly sorry you had a headache.
Bob I am so sorry you can't cone for the Coe-Cornell game and dance. I wish you could, dear, it would be such a wonderful climax for our first meeting. Maybe Mr Ellis wouldn't mind- you would only miss Saturday morning.
'Bye, Bobby dear.
Your Sweetheart,
Jean"