I have just done up in an envelope the rest of our story…. I don't want to exaggerate the importance of this page 127 story or to harp upon it…. But what I felt so seriously as I wrote it was—ah! I am in a way grown up as a writer—a sort of authority. Pray God you like it, now you've got it all.

I dreamed a short story last night, even down to its name, which was “Sun and Moon.” It was very light. I dreamed it all—about children. I got up at 6.30 and wrote a note or two because I knew it would fade. I'll send it some time this week. It's so nice. I didn't dream that I read it. No, I was in it, part of it, and it played round invisible me. But the hero is not more than five. In my dream I saw a supper table with the eyes of five. It was awfully queer—especially a plate of half-melted icecream…. But I'll send it you….

Monday. I wrote and finished the dream story yesterday, and dedicated it to Rib. I knew I would not write it at all if I didn't on the spot, and it kept me ‘quiet.’ …