To Riley: My own dearest precious sweetheart
June 17, 1929 Saturday Night
My own dearest precious sweetheart:
Thanks for another nice letter this morning. The day seems dreadfully empty unless I have a letter from you — in fact, there has been but one such day. I find myself expecting the arrival of the afternoon mail, then I happen to think that U.S. has already been nice to me during that day. I could read several. I suppose I should be at Nashville if I were to miss two morning messages.
You should have been here today. Irene and I have been so smart. She has almost finished remodeling two dresses. I have finished two boudoir pillows and made a pair of knickers. We have a machine rented for a month at least and we have been putting it through today. I wish we could have more Friday afternoons and Saturdays.
Albert Wells asked about you today, then proceeded to tell me what a fine man I have and how much he likes you. I was a little surprised for he knew you but a short time.
Will you tell Pat that if she knows what is good for her she had better write me a few scratches.
Bonnie Jean is about to declare the same vengeance. Tell her I know that she sends a message to S.T.C. each day but I get but mere high points from it.
What have you been doing today? I am afraid you have been a bit lonesome. I have been working so much that I made it all right until after supper tonight when I was coming to my room. That wasn’t the usual thing for me to do but I came on up and got busy and soon the feeling which would soon have grown noticeable went away.
Irene is ready to mail my letter so I had better not write more. I am sorry that one of my letters was delayed by postage due. I hope the “Special” reached you Sunday, for I am quite anxious for you to have a message on Sunday.
Darling, sweet dreams, love, and success to you.
Devotedly yours,
Clara
