Thurdsay [June 26, 1913]

Dear husband:--

The letter that you wrote Sunday was glorious. I enjoyed it so much, and it was so sweet of you to write me such a splendid long letter.

You know there are French boy dolls and French girl dolls, and some of them can say "mamma" and "papa" when you squeeze them. So I'll be your French girl doll if you will be my French boy doll. Ha! Ha!

I hope you like your office and are getting used to the primitive ways of the Ark. people. You must learn to sing "The Arkansas Traveler." Oh! How I would love to hear you sing "Love me and the world is mine" and "The Preacher and the Bear." Why couldn't you sing the last one as a solo part in the choir some rainiy night when the crowd isn't very lively. I'll wager you'd rouse them from their drowsy nap, especially if you were dressed as you were here once ages ago. It surely seems like ages to me since you were here. I am so glad that you are singing in the choir. That way you can keep your vocal chords in good action for the songs I'll want you to sing to me. Some sweet day, "when the mists have rolled away."

Come to the connvention if you can conveniently. We will be so glad to have you; and I imagine this will be the last time they will have a convention here, as the old Dr. is so feeble, and I don't believe they cease to come here after he passes away.

Minnie Rothschild, a girl I have known a long time, has been trimming in Victoria, Texas. She was here yesterday evening a little while and she was speaking of different ones who were married about our ages, (though she is afew years older than I Ha! Ha!) and she said, "Clara, you and I are all that's left, and I heard that you were going to be married to an ostiopath."

I said, "Well, I wonder who started that.--Then Mrs Kent, our laundress, was talking about her daughter going to get married, and that she was going to Kansas. I was in the other room and she screeched in to me, "Clara, when you marry, are you going west? I thought some of them there osteopath Drs. would take you."

I was so tickled I almost had a jiminy duck fit. I told her I didn't suppose I'd ever marry. The fellow her daughter thinks she is going to marry keeps putter her off from time to time, and I am afraid he may be fooling the poor girl.

I feel sorry for poor little Pauline, as I know how much I missed you, but she will get to see you after. That is more than I do.

I got the cutest card from Zella this morn.; a little fellow sitting on a log. The words were "Gals is queer, you be, but we must have 'em." What do you think of those sentiments? Do you think you could get along without them? There is no Dr in Woodward Okla. so send a wireless for either Dr. Ward or Dr. Lay to come at once. I wouldn't object to the latter, if the business was professional, but I imagined she'd rather have Dr. Ward.

I rec'd both of your cards, thank you.--Your aunt had sent that junk before I 'phoned her. She wasn't feeling very well but Lester was OK. 'Phones to me often to ask about the Dr.--That is all for the present.

Your Loving Wife,
Clara

Honey, I have been worrying, thinking you might have a room where your office is, and the building might get on fire at night.

Honey dear, if you were here, I'd love you hard, harder, Hardest.