Jacksonville Beach, Fla.,
Monday Night.

My Dear Sweetheart,

I was mighty glad to get your letter this morning, but very sorry, Dear, to know of your toothache following the dental work.* I can sympathize with you for I know how disagreeable it is for the first few days. No doubt you are glad that it is all over and that you won’t have to go back again soon. I always feel relieved when I leave the dentist’s office. You should feel better by this time and I hope that when you receive this that you will feel just right again.

August 10, 1925 (Walter)

The last time I went to a dentist’s office I showed him a real filling and I told him that it was painful. Then I told him that the dentist was dead now. He was quite small so he asked if I was giving him a warning to go easy.

When I came to the beach, Sweetheart, it made the mail service between us about a day more, so that probably accounts for one missing day. Too, the letters are not always forwarded promptly from KS office. Dr. White and I are going to Jax tomorrow and after doing some shopping will have dinner with Dr. K.S. and family. Am glad that there will be no card party connected with it nor a movie show, as we will want to come back before it is so late. We are getting into some interesting work right now and I believe it has helped a lot in getting Dr. White off some of his notions. We had some stuff today which makes him feel that we have the thing we are looking for, and I anticipate a more pleasant connection with him during the next few weeks. Incidentally, it is my lead and I think he is more considerate of it. This will keep him occupied and I believe I can keep him off the cold trails for the rest of the season. The time passes quicker since we are on experiments again, but it isn’t fast enough yet, Dear, for I want the time to come when I can be with you. Don’t think that my love is the least bit colder since I left you, for it is all yours and I wish for you just the same. If I could only be with you occasionally it would help some, but the time is coming and every day makes it a little nearer. It is probably difficult for you to wait too, and I wonder if your duties during the day are as interesting to you as mine are to me. Mine help some, but I always have to look at your photo occasionally and wish that I were near enough that I could hug you real hard.

I love you, Sweetheart and Goodness only knows how much I want you.

With a sweet goodnight and with all my love, I am,

Always your,
Walter.

P.S. I have not yet had a letter addressed to Jax Beach, but I guess they will come addressed this way before long.

*This letter might be slightly out of sequence – Walter had a habit of only writing the (sometimes incorrect) day on his letters, and the postmark on the envelope for this one is illegible.