My darling Husband,
How I would love to love you this very evening, and believe me, I could play that part fine. This time when you come, it will be the 2nd act. Ha! Ha! With Bobby White and Marguerite Rand as best man and leading lady. I hope with a few rehearsals, they will play their parts better. Don’t you, dearest?
In fact, I am quite sure they will. But in all probability, it will take a few months to get it down pat. Ha! Ha! But when they do, Oh! There are going to be some good times sometime. So cheer up peaches and cream.
Honey bunch, be sure and come right home (here). You know where one of your homes is don’t you dearest? 311 N. Franklin St. I don’t want you to go to your uncle’s first, but you may call on them while you are in the city, but don’t stay there but one day. Come to me first. Mamma was saying last night that she didn’t want us to meet in the yard as if I happened to be in the swing and saw you. I would yell and attract attention then fly to you and we would both forget others were living in the neighborhood.—I suppose it is about 100 miles to Columbia, tho’ that is only a guess. I don’t know the population, but we will talk about and find out about every place we can when you come. I wish we could locate in Kansas City, Mo., but if you can’t now, perhaps you can later. That picture is a dandy thank you. But I don’t think you belong in any such place.
Ellen Sangster Griggs is here visiting, so I’ll not write very much. You and I can talk better anyway. The letters I rec’d today were great. I am sure the paper was alright—just so I hear from my darling boy. That is what I want.
Your loving wife,
Clara
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