The Lab. 8:30 PM. Sun Nite.

My Dear Sweetheart,

Believe me, I was getting anxious to hear from you and had I not heard today, I would have phoned tonight. Your letter came this PM. I read it several times. You don’t know how glad I was to get it. It seems like you have been away a mighty long time.

June 6, 1926

Last night I had dinner with Smith at a Mrs. Aikens. It was a very good dinner and I enjoyed it, but I couldn’t help but think of you. Dr. Roark and I are eating at Mrs. O’Callaghan’s. I started this morning. Both meals were up to her standard, except for the coffee.

Today I crated the two chests and case of books. Also boxed most of the packages. It will be a few days before I ship them as I also have some stuff at the Lab to ship with them. Found some lumber to replace the strips I spoiled when I uncrated them. I believe that they are in good shape.

The news clipping re Fulford lot is interesting and probably explains why I did not get an answer to my inquiry. If they have gone into the hands of a receiver, the lot is worth much more than what we are paying. The improvements already established, and the fact that the company are bonded for the hotel and public buildings makes it OK. We are too close to those buildings to be holding a sack. I am writing the Miami East Coast Realty tonight.

The top of your car looks the same as before the hail storm. The dents were also removed without marring the finish.

I love [you] Dear, no one knows how very much.

With a sweet goodnight,

Your
Walter.