No. 61.
France,
14/3/18.

My Dear Miriam,

The last mail did not bring a letter from you, little girl, but I know just how busy and how beastly tired you are, so you are quite forgiven. I wish your three years were up so you could get home again, Nert. is lucky having only one year to put in, isn’t she.

It is just the same old thing here kid, get up at six & work till five, then a short walk and, read, write or rep. a watch & go to bed at nine. Of course some times we have to get up again & spend an hour or two in the dug-out, but lately we have been pretty jake and not bothered too much.

Do you often get out? If your superiors will permit it, I wish you could get to the theatre a couple times a week. There should be a couple of matinees a week there & the offerings are surely good, I get an occasional Toronto Sunday paper from Gert Bosworth – who by the way, has been particularly good to me, since I came from Canada – and I see there have been particularly good things there. You know. This kind of a diversion is quite as good as sleep & keeps one from getting into a rut. If funds are short, have Nert supply you by check, with whatever you need & to take one of your friends too, if you wish. I would be only too tickled to give you some amusement of this kind. I only wish I could be there to enjoy it with you.

Inez Olds is also in Toronto, she, Gert B., Mae and Quinnie have all been mighty good to me.

Well, my dear, I don’t see any chance of this thing being over soon, and I guess you will beat me home yet.

Your loving brother,
Worth.