Oh, he is only joking.
He says: Not Willie of the weary proplic—propensities—that's it.
He is joking. Just as many jokes here as ever before. Even when singing hymns. When he and Paul are singing, they do a funny dance with their arms. (Showing a sort of cake-walk—moving arms up and down.)
(Feda.—It's a silly dance, anyway.)
Good-bye, and good luck.
[Characteristic; see, for instance, a letter of his on page 41 above. I happen to have just seen another letter, to Brodie, which concludes: "Well, good-bye, Brodie, and good luck."—O. J. L.]
Yes, he is going. Yes. He is gone now, yes.
Do you want to say anything to Feda?
A. M. L.—Yes, thank you very much for all your help. The messages are sometimes difficult, but it is most important to try and give exactly what you hear, and nothing more, whether you understand it or not.
Feda understands. She only say exactly what she hear, even though it is double-Dutch. Don't forget to give my love to them all.