How is wounderful Mary? We are all sending Thoughts to you. We have had wounderful full days lately, all heat. The town is howling for rain now; they are never satisfied. We are always ready for anything. It is the best. Our wounderful old mailtrain just crossed the magic lane. I love trains more and more. They have a pull to my heart. We love everything. I do not feel on erth. I feel in space. Out of the draw of the erth--_Free_. Love always in my heart for you. I hold hard for the time that Comrads pull together again for the road, us two. Jane is at my hump all the time--so I will quit. DEAR OLD COMRAD: We are close this morning. I can feel your warm wounderful hand in mine this morning. We are one. There is the holy breath--such a great pull of thoughts and work to California. It seems as if all the Comrads were calling me there. Then I hafto think of the one thing--_Patience_. When you have mastered Patience, you are free. All well here. My sores are getting better fast. I have wanted to work lots lately, since I was in bed, but I could not. I lost so many ideas in bed. Beds are a curse. I love you, Comrad. We need to be together. YOUR OLD PAL. SUNLIGHT PAL: A wounderful sun. A little late in getting up. The sun was out full--a wounderful breakfast and a wounderful bowl of roses. Every morning gets greater. The coming together again gets closer. Separation is a great thing! You find that when it comes. It will be so big and wounderful to come together on the shores of the sea. The trains on the Pere Marquette line have a draw to my heart; the whistle is so wounderful.... To have a bath in the salt water and not in old Lake Erie.... It was another wounderful night with Fred. He has done so much for me this time that we have been away from each other. He is so wounderful if you can get to him. I think I have got right to him to the heart. I am awful lonesome for you and the sea. I walked to the train track with Fred this morning. It was like the day you were going away. I felt it was nearing the last walk up the old Lane. Fred has the same feel. It swept over us--a free feel; it was almost too much. How is your Sisity-list coming? Mine is great. It is hard to get along without you here. Old Abe was drafted, and we don't know when we will see him. The sea and sunlight sweeping in the open door of your work room! We will sure have some grand times. We will get horses and have some more of them Moonlight rides. It will be great to hit the old _Tie path_ Itself--with the[7] Welcome Mulligan and the[8] Onerbel Chas. Lipton under our arms. The smell of the burning bark and a caben in the Rockies! Oh, the open road. Life is Life on the old Road.