There wasn't much else in the letter--he seemed to be thinking of nothing but going overseas.

I shall not see him again before he goes--perhaps I will never see him again.

Sometimes I ask myself if that evening at Four Winds was all a dream.

It might as well be--it seems as if it happened in another life lived years ago--and everybody has forgotten it but me.
"Walter and Nan and Di came home last night from Redmond.

When Walter stepped off the train Dog Monday rushed to meet him, frantic with joy.
I suppose he thought Jem would be there, too.