January 10, 1928, Baltimore to El Paso

Dearest, The quiz in Physical Diagnosis didnt come off after all but is still hanging fire. Sweetheart, I'm quite sure your cooking is far superior to Bively's right now. And you know how much I want you. Whether it's wise or not – Quien sabe? But my brain refuses to function on the matter, + gives sway to my emotions. So the decision is up to you. As far as the begetting of progeny is concerned, I think with proper care + precautions there is very little danger. The little “doorjiggers” that you are slightly acquainted with (i.e. those made of the same material that inner tubes are made of) are entirely safe, unless they break. One of the boys here, who uses them rather frequently, says that he has never had one of good quality break, so I guess its pretty safe. As I wrote you in my last letter, I haven't gotten much of a line on the schools up here, but will do so as soon as I can. There is a “Girls Latin School” here that might be suitable. Most of the private girl's schools seem to be in Washington. You can't imagine how much I miss you. – Next summer seems a long way off; and next fall – is way, way off. Things around here are beginning to hum a little, now that exams are so near – but I'll still have time to read all the letters you can write. Love, Henry.