Wednesday Night.
Sept. 23, 1925.

My dear Sweetheart:

Since in your yesterday’s letter you said I would not get a letter today, none of us went down town today. We will go down in the morning rather early so I think you will receive this one on the same day that you would have had it been mailed late this evening. I missed your letter, Dear, but don’t blame you in the least for not writing. I have thought of you lots and lots during the day just the same.

September 23, 1925 (Ina)

We have all been busy today. Papa is repapering two of the bedrooms and the bathroom, Mama is as busy as a bee all day as usual, and I have cooked some, washed dishes, cleaned house, almost made a dress and capped it all by mowing the lawn. Now, I would have put that “mowing the lawn” in Capital letters, but you know almost as well as I do how “enormous” our lawn is. It is some larger than it was when you were here, but it doesn’t cover all the yard yet. I don’t know what it needs – real honest-to-goodness rain though I suppose.

It is getting late now – almost eight thirty, so I must “catch up”?? with some sleep (that I lost last June).

Goodnight and sweet dreams.

I still love you and love you and then – I love you some more.

Yours, always,
Ina.