第16部分(第2/6 頁)

　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；