Thursday Night.
Oct. 1, 1925.

My dearest Walter:

Your interesting letter of Sunday night came this afternoon, and, as usual, brightened up my countenance considerably. It (the letter) was a little longer than usual and I liked that because the pleasure of reading it lasted longer.

October 1, 1925 (Ina)

I note what you said about living the year round on the beach. Your view sounds very reasonable to me as I have always thought of the beach as being a temporary resort rather than a permanent home. I am sure it is fine for a while, and, as I can’t speak from experience, it may be all right the year round, but you are in a position to judge whether you would like it for a permanent location. I have never been on the beach longer than two weeks at a time and I enjoyed every minute of it then because it was an ideal place for a vacation. However, I did notice that the salt air made everything look and feel rather “mussy.” Things don’t look fresh and clean very long. Perhaps that is partly because I am accustomed to such a high, dry atmosphere though. At any rate, I think it would be fine for a while, and it would be a mighty fine place to start a honeymoon in the winter. Don’t you think so? No doubt we would prefer a higher and drier location when we were ready to choose a location for a permanent home.

We arrived in town this afternoon just in time to avoid witnessing what seemed to be a very serious accident. A girl friend of ours (newly married) ran into a newsboy who was on a bicycle, and they thought for a while that he was seriously injured but found later that he was just stunned and bruised some. The poor girl saw him lying there unconscious and thought he was killed. She became so hysterical etc. that they had to put her to bed, and her sister in-law said she thought surely for a while that she was going to die. I know it would be a terrible shock to anyone, and especially to one of such a nervous temperament as she is. Such accidents as hers and such a mild one as I had when I ran into the young man’s Ford, all go to prove that we can’t be too careful even though we have had quite a bit of experience in driving. I feel like it would ‘most kill me if I were to really hurt someone seriously like that.

With a heart brimfull and overflowing with love for you, I still am and always will be,

Your own loving
Ina.