Then too I never could make anyone do anything for me; I’d feel like someone if you actually kept your promise; it was one, you know. How I looked forward to that Christmas trip with you—it fell thru. Always then you told me you’d certainly be with me this summer; you waived my doubts. Yet we both feel the undeniable lure of far places. But I know there are many drawbacks to my way of living & traveling—things you wouldn’t want to do. Don’t come unless you want to. Your letter was good; I couldn’t complain—but letters are poor substitutes for speech and companionship.
