1916 "few lines to let you know I am not dead"

A scrappy little note on a torn notebook leaf, 5.25 x 3.25 inches. Written to (possibly from?) Miss Beatrice Dean in Central Village, Ct., on February 27, 1916. It starts, "My Dear Friend... Just a few lines to let you know I am not dead," a little catching up on how Albert's doing (better), and that she should come to stay for supper, and throws in at the end, "It was so lonesome Sunday night I bet wasn't it you didn't have any kiss..."   Miss Beatrice Dean Central Village, Conn. box 81February 27, 1916. My dear friend, Just a few lines to let you know I am not deadGladys is cleaning up Albert’s roomGillie was over yesterday to see A.t.Mama and I were over yesterday and I was coming down to tell you how Albert was and I forgot it so please excuse me this time Gladys and Howard went to Webster yesterday and got home at 7:45. Albert is better today if you come over today come so as to stay to supperIt was lonesome Sunday night I bet wasn’t it you didn’t have any kiss