Sunday Night.

Aug. 2, 1925.

My dearest Walter:

In poetry and in song the patter, patter of the raindrops on the window sill usually forms the proper setting for peace, quiet, happiness and contentment inside the house. Well, the patter, patter has been on the window sill all afternoon and all evening and peace, quiet, etc. have reigned within with the one exception: one member of this household is suffering with a genuine case of lonesomeness – for you. We are really having a lovely rain, and we are all “tickled to death” over it, but it reminds me so very much of the evening you and I were stranded on the hill in the storm, and makes me wish for you. I often think of that incident, and am really glad it happened. We had lots of fun over it, didn’t we? I would be so happy if you were here tonight and we could enjoy a long confidential chat. I think we have kept up very well with “chats” by letter, don’t you think?

August 2, 1925 (Ina)

Goodnight and sweet dreams.

Lots of love,
Ina.

Monday Afternoon.
Aug. 3, 1925.

My dearest Walter:

I think the roads are dry enough now for Papa to go down town and I surely am glad because I haven’t had a letter yesterday nor today as none of us could get over the roads. You know pretty well how the water can flow over them out here like a river. I can hardly wait for him to return with a letter from you.

Thelma, Bob and the children took dinner with us yesterday but Thelma and Bob left early in the afternoon on account of the rain, leaving Thelma Lee and Reitha with us. I have made doll dresses, doll pillows, have played Mama, Papa, Mother, Daddy, party ‘n everything with them today to keep them amused while it was too wet for them to play outdoors. They are certainly full of pep.

Only four weeks ago yesterday you left Uvalde. I thought of it lots during the day and recalled the many happy hours you and I spent together during your two months’ stay here. Those two months did worlds toward shaping our future happiness, did they not? I love to think of them and to think of the many happy years we have ahead of us.

No doubt you are down on the beach by now. I hope you are enjoying your work down there and that Dr. White has changed his ways as he changed his location. Maybe he will not be so “old maidish” about everything as he was the paper. Let’s hope for the best. You have my sympathy.

Sweetheart, you mean the world to me and I love you oh, so very very much.

Yours always,
Ina.