The flannel nightgown referred to was borrowed and I began to feel that even its sturdy fabric would be worn out before we ever got away from Trepassey—although I didn’t know about the wearing qualities of flannel gowns, never having had one before. Incidentally its warmth was supplemented by the down beds upon which we slept and into which we sank luxuriously.
I have said my outfit consisted of a toothbrush and two handkerchiefs when we shoved off from Boston. The toothbrush was holding out, which is more than I can say for some of the rest of my personal equipment.
After a week of waiting, a telegram came from G. P. P. in New York.
“Suggest you turn in and have your laundering done.”
To which I dispatched this reply:
‡[THANKS FATHERLY TELEGRAM NO WASHING NECESSARY SOCKS UNDERWEAR WORN OUT SHIRT LOST TO SLIM AT RUMMY CHEERIO
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