Thursday Nite.
Sept. 10, 1925.

My dearest Walter:

Your letter didn’t come today, but I don’t feel badly at all since I am sure that one of those I received yesterday was really my today’s letter which made such good time that it arrived a day early.

The enclosed is a note I received from Lionel today. The “brokenhearted” and the “affair” in the second paragraph have reference to his engagement of which I believe I told you.

September 10, 1925 (Ina)

Sweetheart, weren’t you a little mixed on the date of our engagement? Wasn’t it on the tenth of May instead of the fifth? That would make it four months ago tonight. You remember we were caught in the rain on the night of the May festival which was the second Friday in May (they had intended having it on May first but postponed it a week which made it the eighth), and we became engaged two nights later which was Sunday the tenth. Anyhow, be that as it may, we were both mighty happy then, weren’t we? We both thought then that we loved each other as much as we possibly could, but I think we will agree now that we have learned to love even a great deal more than we did at that time. At least, that is the case with me. I love you worlds and worlds right this minute, Dear.

Mr. and Mrs. Parman came out for a short rabbit hunt this evening. Mr. Parman doesn’t know yet whether he will have to go to Dallas to help the men there or whether they will have to come back to Regan Wells soon. He said it all depended upon the flies at both places. I suppose you understand all about that.

By the way,
COFFEE REPORT.

First attempt –
1/4 cup much better than full cup.
Cream very delicious
Coffee inclined to be bitter but not as bad as quinine. Would be good except for the somewhat “coffee” taste.
Buttered biscuit delicious.
I love you. LOTS.

Ina.