The Mansard Inn
Wednesday
February 16

Darling,

I will do the same. I mean short but often. The Inn is the same, too. People don�t show up. Lots of alcoholics among women these days - be careful.

Wish I could paper lots of rooms. There are some lovely luscious patterns to be had.

Have called Mr. Todd and am invited to a regional meeting of town affiliation people next Wednesday. The publisher of Fortune is going to speak - and Mr. Danforth of the State Department and Todd himself and a man from Holland. And, your Mamma has been asked to say a few words too. I presume Sonkin will be there - at least for the cocktail party afterwards for the foreign consuls at Todd�s apartment.

Oh, but darling, I don�t ever want to live here again. I�d like to come here to shop with a handful of money and see the shows. Saw �The Silver Whistle� the first night I came. It was delightful - gay, witty, charming and lovely. A few shows each trip and then I want to live where I can walk to town. I�ve done all the poor things - the pizzerias, the bus rides, the ferry boats, the planetarium and museum, the village tea rooms and art shows, the wharf, the pigeons and the churches. Now all I like is tea in Rockefeller Center, taxis, Milgrims, and good seats at the best plays. (Bought four pairs ballet slippers!)

Most of the same help is here. Julia asked about you and so did Celia.

Vera is having a committee for peace meeting here on Monday night. Everyone in New York is trying to do something about another war. I have never seen so much altruistic activity in a long life.

Don�t forget Mamma�s birthday February 23.

Your tea sounded like fun. I�ll be looking for spoons as I prowl around with Vera.

Oh, I bought a brown fur-lined coat. Three-quarter length brown wool trimmed in mouton on one side. And imitation leopard (probably rabbit) on the other - reversible. I�ll most times wear the wool side out.

A job for the summer is going to be terribly hard to find the girls tell me. During the war it was easy, but not now. I�ll keep trying.

Have fun and learn something,

Love,

Velma

P.S. Yes, Jill is the way to the dance.