pass however slowly； and again I shall hold you in my arms； O Dear One； O Most Adorable of All Women。 A long kiss！ Good night。
Friday； October 9；1914
Have worked pretty hard today。 Baker gave us back the stories he wishes us to adapt this morning and requested us to write a scenario which we must hand in before we start on the play itself。 I started right in and have written about a thousand words of mine already。 Baker has injected so many “don'ts” into the work that it is fraught with difficulty to say the least。 He lit into some of the stories for fair； rather unjustly； I thought； in some cases。 I gave him a copy of my book and he said he would be glad to look it over。 Another one of my fellow studies asked me where he could buy a copy。 I think he sort of wants to get my number as a playwright； but； won't tell； I should fret。
Went for a swim late this
Expect to go out to the Stadium to see death old Harvard play Washington and Jefferson tomorrow afternoon。 Should be a good game。
Have just been thinking that this time last week I was in your arms or you in mine。 The world do wag on and its waggery decreases my joys instead of increasing them。 Ah； that last night with my arm about your waist！ You haven't forgotten it either； I know。 Dear One； we have at least glorious memories of our past together which augur well for the future。 It has been sweet； so sweet to me； sweet with the flavor of your adorable personality； My Own。 We have a future together； I am sure； that will more than pensate for the Present's sins of omission。 And yet； and yet—My God； it is so hard to wait！ I try to bear it with some show of equanimity； to call a patient philosophy to my aid； but it's no use。 I want you！ I want you！ I want you！ Bee dear； my own Bee dear；