The day before yesterday the post office turned in your letter. At the sight of it, I quaked in my boots with nervousness and apprehension. I knew that you wrote the letter before you got mine! What crushing things you had right to say! But how sweet you were; gee, it made me feel like dancing and hopping about - that's an absolute truth.
The only way you can lose me is to leave me out with a great violence. No girl in the world can possible change me towards you: it all depends on you.
Did I say I would write to you before the end of the week? Disgraceful! -I mean, of course - disgraceful not to have kept my promise. I must have forgotten all about it. Well in the letter before this, which you much have already received (Jan 23). I make exactly the same promise - but this time to keep!
My dear Bennie, I have not definite idea as is when I can leave this "happy land of pilgrims". So far my plan are to leave Levack on the middle of August. How does that suit you? I am not at all sure though. It would be wonderful to be in Farmington again. I feel so happy there, with you and your mother and Auntie Lydia and all your friends.
I've been skiing yesterday afternoon but fell all the time and come home disgusted. I seem to have deteriated (spelling?) so I am now going as wake up. To-day I couldn't go because I worked two hours overtime, but to-morrow, and on Sunay I'll brush things up a bit. I'll show 'em!
Now our cage goes right down to the seven level and we needn't walk any ladders at all, which is just too slazzy!
How is your work getting on? Have you got any interesting personalities under your tutelage? Any freaks of the same preposterous calibre as myself? If no, my heart doth rise toward you in tearful compassion and through the hypnotizing intricacies of telepathy do I transmit my most powerful thought to you - take courage: dense skulls are as stone wall to a penetrating mind: the machine-drill of understanding will sink long longs into the solid man; the dynamite blast of the right words and action will then shatter these walls; crumble even unto dust and by the right hand will then lead thy pupil in the path of light......AMEN,
Sorry Bennie to hand off with this awful bilge, but the playfulness of mind shall not be stayed - it can't be!
To-day is a dance, but I do not feel like going. Too much din and no music. How different from those two dances at Lakewood! They were glorious! A delightful orchestra, a dancing floor as dancing floors should be - everything was great! And some little girls!
I haven't received yet any answer to my rather strong note to my girl in Toronto...........I wonder..........
Well, Bennie, I must stop now. Not very long- this letter. It will be a lot longer next time.
Your loving very very much
Guigui
best of love to your mother and Auntie Lydia.
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