Tuesday Night.
Oct. 6, 1925.

My dearest Walter:

Yes, we have no letters today. I looked in the post office box, but there was not a single solitary one to be found. It had been quite a while since I had missed a day and I had almost forgotten the feeling, but I recognized it at once this afternoon. I can hardly wait until tomorrow when I feel sure I will receive one, and perhaps two, and then I’ll be happy.

October 6, 1925 (Ina)

This has been a busy day for me. It seems that I have done a little bit of everything and a great deal of some things. Besides my regular routine, I have almost made a satin dress for Mama, have gone down town, and have made two calls. It has been a regular summer day – the kind that makes you feel like you have been working harder than you really have!

I wonder how you have been spending the day, Dear. You have been busy too, I know. I have been thinking of you lots during the day and am wishing for you right now. I hope your work still looks encouraging, and that you will succeed in accomplishing that on which you have worked so hard since Dr. White left.

I love you, Sweetheart, worlds and worlds, and will be so happy tomorrow when I get a letter.

Always, your own
Ina.