April 21, 1947

April 21

Dear Doc,

I really don't know what to say about the flowers, In fact, I still can't believe it and every time I look at them,  I think about you and wonder if they really are from you.  You are sweet remembering.  It does mean a great deal, more than you realize.  Thank you, Doc, for them, I send you a "peachy kiss" via the mail - which I think is a mighty poor via, however that is the best I can do right now.

This will be a short note.  Ursula and I played some terrific tennis the afternoon after getting off duty. Gosh, I am stiff.  More tomorrow.

Hope you have received a decent letter from me - the short noes are dull.

Thanks, Doc, you are a dear - 

With love

Anne