P.O. Box 6975, Johannesburg. 30th April, 1938. Dear Reggie, How time flies, and how long it has taken me to forget you. It has already given me two weeks of loneliness, and I cannot allow you stay any longer away from me. Perhaps, I'm crazy, and lovesick. But more than this, I think I desire real good uplifting companionship. None of these other women can give me it. They are all below the level of good intelligent and intellectual intimacy. Your daily note was quite a good one and made me proud to be connected with so erudite a woman as you are. Jealous Regina, your letters are always thought provoking and make me admire the literary capabilities you are so naturally showing every time you sit down to write me. One thing good about your epistles they are full of inspiring language and creative suggestions. Not so much love-terms and vocabulary; but elevating thought. It is because you share your ideas so freely with me that I pride and honour your friendship. No Wonder! You could not hit it well with your Hubby. He is much too thick, much too ignorant to share your ideals, your intelligence, and your erudition. Thank you for your snap in real determined movement on these wide Durban pavements, with a background of European faces. You look strong and firm in your strides with a set ideal before you. You seem to have made up your mind to tread on this earth with firm ideals - firm resolutions - all attention being focussed on some service for humanity. Yes, Reggie, you are polished, refined and cultured in your pose, and you give one the impression of a manly woman, with a lion heart for the imancipation of her sex from manly predominance. Compare your photo with my privolous attempt in a smile to build that co-operation between White and Black that seems so impossible these days. My German friend is so fond of this Snap, that he has enlarged it and placed it at the entrance of his home. One sin I have committed is to have gone to arrangements without your consent. Please forgive me. The whole secret is this:- My German friend

wants to build a Bantu Craft School for the purpose of teaching Bantu

Youth to build their own home life in carpentry, sculpture, painting and

drawing.

The other object is to keep these young, homeless, unprivileged

brats like Banzi, in a safe home, where they could be taught anything from

moulding a monument of animal life, to the manufacturing of a home furnisher.

To give him a start, I have offered my Stand at Sophiatown for the School,

and now what is left is to raise funds for the Building Material of the Home,

the School, and getting the equipment required for starting our work.

I am

almost sure the School will be a certainty with contributions from the

Munciipality, the Government, and the Public.

The fact that the foundation

has been supplied by an African is in itself a noble idea and a good sign

for more help. Now it means you have no stand to build your home - Poor you!

We shall have to transfer our building to your stand at Claremont Township,

Natal. What about it??

Another sin I've committed, is to allow myself to be dragged into the

organisation of the African Domestic Servant's League - the purpose of which