Last night, after they all got off,--early, I am pleased to say, since the chicks no longer live at home,--I came upstairs and finished my letter to Judy, and then I looked at the telephone and struggled with temptation. I wanted to call up 505 and say good night to you. But I didn't dare. I'm still quite respectably bashful! So, as the next best thing to talking with you, I got out Burns and read him for an hour. I dropped asleep with all those Scotch love songs running in my head, and here I am at daybreak writing them to you. Good-by, Robin lad, I lo'e you weel. SALLIE.