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There were lots of girls there but I've no time for them. None made me feel pitty-pat & I would that somehow the mercy of Providence would end this separation. I used to miss you dreadfully in the dark days. It was a missing that seemed to mean the end of the world. Now I miss you because I cannot wait for the sun to rise or the days to dawn. Dear Heart if you think praying will move the ruler of our fates pray, sing, play, do anything to move the stars & fill the valleys up for I'm horribly lonely & I want you near me all the time. Maybe I'm down in the dumps today overmuch but I cannot help it. That beastly old jail put its brand on me. I haven't the temperament not to still feel the narrowness of the cell & the damnation of its equipment. This week is a week of waiting.