25 February

At last a really *lengthy* letter from Ernest. He apologized *most* sweetly for not being very *practiced* a letter-writer and for being *so very busy* right at the moment with all his *activities.* The sneaky boy says he mustn't divulge any more *information* just at present, as it is all *quite* "top secret." Of course he would tell me, but he is so very afraid that dear Uncle Jack will *intercept* the letters at some time. If only I had a lock box of some sort!