Dear Danny,
How are you? Is the City hot? I’m fine. I was going to write this letter before but I had to wait until I could get some stamps in Hakketstown when we go there Friday nights. Thats fun because we go to the five and 10 and, then walk around and then go to the Warren house, that a guy called Dave Warren owns a guy going to marry Eleanor Stellkamp whose mother and father own this place. Eleanor is pretty ugly but she’s nice. They have clams and I get orange drink and they have pokas there. And they have potatoe chips. I bet the City is hot. It gets hot up here too. We go to a lake, Bud Lake or, a little river they call the locks every day. There is a man up here this summer called Tom and he is neat. He drives us mostly and yesterday I sit in the rumble seat with a girl who is up here this summer too. I never sat in a rumble seat before. A funny thing is that they have milk here at supper that is still warm. From the cows. Well I have to wash up, for supper. This guy Tom made me a sling shot and I’m going to try after supper in the field. I hope that your feeling fine and say Hello to your perents.
Your old pal and see you soon, Billy