Dear George,
My blood’s up tonight. I am just boiling over. Mr. Cresap is
positively the rudest most “I told you so” man I have ever known. I get so
riled up that if he weren’t my elder I am afraid I would say nasty things to
him. As it is I guess he thinks I am a pretty bold young lady. He delights in
other people’s mistakes and doesn’t let them forget them for one minute.
O’ I just want to yell at him. Tonight I told him he was
crazy! You will probably like him when you first meet him. You may like him all
the time most men do. He has a lot of good points but he makes me wild almost
every meal. What he says is absolutely right. It’s useless to argue with him. I
hope he has nightmares tonight. Now let’s leave him. And please excuse me for
over flowing but I think rudeness is absolutely inexcusable.
Sunday seems like such a long day because I don’t get any
letter from you. I wonder if Oregon beat Idaho. It wasn’t in the papers down
here. Wasn’t it swell about OSC holding USC? I was certainly thrilled. I didn’t
say anything to Mr. Cresap about it but he hasn’t mentioned it either but I’ve
looked a lot. You would think that I had gone to that smelly cow college but
anything from Oregon is heavenly to me these days. I hate California!
We went for a beautiful ride this afternoon. It was up over
one of the mountains that are around the lake to a spring on the other side.
The view from the top was beautiful. Lover whenever I see beautiful things I
store them away in my mind to show to you when you come down here. We could go
up to the top of that hill some evening when the moon goes down quite early in
the evening and watch it set from the top. I found another hide away where we
could sit on the edge of the lake and watch the moon on the water. O’ I love
you darling!
Goodnight, sweet heart,
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