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 CHAPTER XIX

Dearest Brob:

What a nice letter you wrote me! Thank you for the news of the outer world. It is so far away that all you tell me seems like the telling of a dream. But I am very glad that you are having so much interesting work of your own, and that you are loving it more than ever. How I wish that I could see it all!

Garth still designs boats vigorously whenever the weather keeps him from being in a real one. The drawings aren't artistic, but Jim thinks them quite remarkable from a builder's point of view. Garth apparently has the talent of feeling good lines, even though his hand is not well enough trained to draw them accurately, and Jim is quite excited by the possibilities of development.

Some destroyers were in last week, and of course Garth was thrilled. Joan was thrilled, too, strange to relate, and stared at signals all day with a telescope. I did malign her dreadfully at first, when I told you that she had no imagination, but there were certainly no indications of it then. A new and absorbing game