Tuesday Night.
Oct. 27, 1925.

My dearest Walter:

It is now about ten o’clock and Mama and I have just returned from a League business meeting – she went as chaperon. I don’t mind coming home alone in the moonlight, but Mama insists that it is neither proper nor safe. We are planning to have a big Halloween party at the educational building on that night. I think masquerade parties are usually so much fun.

October 27, 1925

Your letter of Friday night came this morning and, as usual, I devoured every word of it. I am sure you are glad to get things unpacked, straightened, and ready for business once more. Of course I’m not wishing Mrs. McDonald any hard luck, but I’m hoping she doesn’t sell any time soon since you already have your things there and like it better than any other place on the Beach for your work. I think it would be mighty nice for us to live right there in her cottage while you are working on this problem. I am looking forward with lots of pleasure to going down there.

I spent the day with Thelma again today. We always have such a good time together.

Of course, Sweetheart, since you don’t know how early I have been accustomed to retiring lately, you may not understand just how sleepy I am now. When we don’t go anywhere in the evenings, there isn’t much left to do but get sleepy. Our gasoline lamp refuses to work most of the time, and the kerosene lights are too dim to make reading very pleasant, and, as it gets dark so early, we sit up and watch the clock until the hands point to an hour that is not too unreasonably early for going to sleep.

Sweetheart I love you an awful lot all the time.

Always, your own
Ina.