We got your letter but it was not like you for it was not type-written. Your old machine here is going grand. I am using it now. It seems that I am with you all the time. _Comrad_ has meant a lot the last four days to me. Comrad is everything in the New Race. Masters will be comrads with every one. That "Play" has it all, on your machine. "Play" is in all somewhere. It is all like a big page and everything is woven on it. There is a time when Comrads hafto go apart for a little while, but not long. Their thoughts never go apart. They are always pulling together, always weaving in thoughts and things that are the same. It is wounderful--a parting. No sadness over it. It is the best that could come, or it would not. We are held together. The pull of the world is nothing to us. It is hard to keep high, but we will. Fred[5] and I take a swim every day. I go a hundred and fifty feet. Then we come up and rub each other. True Comrads have it all. Love from Comrad to Comrad. [4] Universe. [5] The Abbot. PAL: I woke up this morning kind of blurred, and got Irving and Steve to come out and clean up the barn. They came and we worked there all morning, and then went in for a swim. It was wounderful, the feel I had when I got some clean clothes on and had the old dog[6] feeling good. He is meditating over what a wounderful world it is now. The stall smells sweet as a hay-stack. Fred just got here and is working at your desk. How was your morning? I never had a better one, and its the weary old Sabbath, too. Send for me soon now. It seems that it was a year since we have been together. We can not do without each other. Send for me _Soon_. I hold my hand high to you. [6] The saddle horse. DEAR OLD MAGIC FATH: I am at Steve's desk in the guest room. It is the first time that I have touched the keys of a type writer since the night I was berned. It sure does feel good. It has been much more wonderful to hafto have Patience for the Meeting. It will be twice as great for both. I have needed you so since I have been in bed. In pane and sicknes there is nothing that you need so much as your Comrad. I felt palms up to everything. It is all good. We love it all. It all was something for us to get. It puts us higher after something comes to us like that. I have all the pores poring out love to you. We are always together. YOUR SIDE KIKER. DEAR OLD PAL: Fred and I slept again in the Study. It looked like a storm last night, but it did not come. Fred is a real Comrad. I got to his heart last night. I do not know how. The roses have been wounderful the last few days.