Thursday [July 3 1913]

Dear husband:--

I rec'd your card this morning and I was glad to know you were o.k. Hope the State Board wasn't hard for you. You will want to take the Mo. State Board next year. Won't you, dear?

Hope I receive a long letter from you Sat. morn.

Be careful about getting overheated. This kind of weather you are bubblinng over with energy and you might boil over if you were to be in the sun too much or exert yourself too much these afternoons.

Eleanor McLeod said where she lived, in Montana, it was alway pleasant. They get the breeze fromthe snow on the mts. And she said there was so many pine trees there. I think her husband graduated about two or three years ago from the A.S.O.

We had a sweet letter from Mrs. Keiningham [sp?]. She is in a way discouraged, as the Dr. she was expecting to practice with has not kept his word in many ways, she was telling us. So he may feel as tho' he was hard hit as I don't imagine he had made arrangements for the wherewithall to start an office by himself, as he was depending on the Tampa Dr. [Doctor]. I am sorry for them but, dear, we have troubles of our own, havent we? without borrowing someone else's. Buit still you can see what a disappointment it ahs been to them, as of course, they will have to be separated just that much longer as she is in Virginia. She asked about Dr. Lay and hoped he had found a good location.

Honey, you and I should be the Doll Parade that I noticed on the Harrison 4th program. It will be a good program, I imagine. But don't you get overheated in the face where shoes are mixed. Ha! Ha! Remember you belong either in the Doll or the Flower Parade. Do you recall the time we were talking about the Banquet and I said your face looked so rosy when I was talking about you that you looked like a peony or a poppy. And you, little scamp, said, "I didn't know I looked like a poppy." Then I felt like going through the floor because when you daid that, I realized how it sounded dreadful, Yes? No. Well, after all, "all's well that ends well." If you were in the Flower Parade you might sing "I love, I love, I love you said the poppy to the pink. You are the sweetest flower that grows, I think." Also the message of the violet and the red, red rose.

Mamma had a letter from Aunt Bettie Lyon. She wanted to know how the Dr. was and said she injoyed here visit here. Think she thought you were just about right.

How soon will you know if you can come this summer? I wish you were her for tomorrow. We would sure celebrate by loving each other as much as the other could stand. Wouldn't we, honey? But we would wish for a cool breeze between love spasms, as we might smother in each others arms.--- I have written quite a letter, so I shall close and go find a cool breeze in a shady nook. If you were only here to be with me.

With best love,
Clara