Friday Nite.
Oct. 2, 1925.

My dearest Walter:

We have had another shower this evening and everything looks so fresh and pretty in the moonlight. No doubt you judge from my letters that we are having floods and would not be surprised to see alligators about the place. It really isn’t as wet as it sounds. We have been having some fine showers lately and everyone is so deeply grateful for them that the weather is the principal topic of conversation here. It is marvelous what a wonderful lot of difference a little moisture can make in the appearance of everything and the feelings of everybody. Some are predicting a rainy winter, and everyone is planting oats. They say that they can hardly keep enough seed oats in stock to supply the sudden demand. The cattle men also are feeling fine I think.

October 2, 1925 (Ina)

Sweetheart, I was very much interested in what you said of the contents of Mr. Laake’s letter. It was nice of him to consider your plans so much, and I am sure you would do the same by him if he were planning a honeymoon. I am just “crazy” to know where we are going and when. It’s funny, but I dream something about it nearly every night. It isn’t so strange either, I suppose, when I realize that I think of it more than anything else. According to my dreams, you and I marry every few nights.

I love you, Sweetheart, and you mean all in all to me. I’ll be “tickled to death” when I can be with you always.

Your devoted
Ina.