10 ⁴⁰ Sunday morning.

Dearest sweet little wife:

I love you very much - more than anything in the world. I wish that you were with me, to see the beautiful mountains in the distance and the blue and yellow flowers close by, and in the distance too, since the yellow flowers are in some places so thick that they give a solid color to large areas on hills miles away.

Last night I read some stories in the Saturday Evening Post til 11, and then went to bed; I woke often, but only for short periods, and got up at 9 (mountain time). For breakfast I had grapefruit and wheat cakes; and I talked with the man across from me at the table - an architect.

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Then I had walk for fifteen minutes at Williams; we have now just gone through Flagstaff.

I have been thinking about Dr. Luis Crystal, hyperol [sic], but have not yet got down to work on it. Hyperol [sic] is a compound of urea and hydrogen peroxide.

I am astonished at the beautiful flowers. We are passing Indian paintbrush too. We have now gone from sage to the pine forests.

Give my love to the dear little children. Be happy. Don't worry about your talk Wednesday. Your dress is most becoming. You are beautiful.

Love from your own

Linus