Monday Nite.
Aug. 24, 1925.

My dear Sweetheart:

Bless your heart, I did get two such good letters from you this afternoon. Everything does take on the rosiest hue when I receive a letter, but it does tone down most miserably when I don’t. I didn’t realize before I met you what a wonderful lot of difference one letter, no matter if it is only one page, can make in the happiness of the day. You have made my life so happy, Dear, and I know both of us are going to be a great deal happier when we can be together always.

August 24, 1925 (Ina)

This is the last week in August, so I suppose you are getting your songs of praise and thanksgiving ready to sing when Dr. White makes his departure. I am so sorry his stay in Jacksonville has been so unpleasant and unprofitable for you because it could have been otherwise if he had only half tried. I suppose you can put his summer’s work down in your notebook as “a rather trying experience.” I am very thankful that you didn’t have to endure it any longer because it isn’t fair that you should. I have thought of it a lot and wished that I could do something to help you out.

I love you ever so much.

Your own,
Ina.