Thursday Night.

My Dear Sweetheart,

Tonight I received the best letter yet. The date letter. The hour does not make any difference to me, but if it were at such a time so that we could take a train soon after, I think it would be OK. I doubt if we would want to take an auto to San Antonio on account of checking baggage. This is left with you, Dear. I don’t mean to say the date. It was just a suggestion. I am mighty happy Sweetheart, and I know that both of us are going to be. I just know that we are going to get along fine.

November 26, 1925

Always your
Walter.