I am so happy tonight.

You seem so near now that I am coming West.
How terribly I have missed you, and wanted you, and longed for your voice and LAUGH, and to have you open the door of my writing room, and say, "A lady is coming to call on you," and then enter the dearest wife and dearest baby in the world! God bless you, and all my love.
RICHARD.
ROME, Christmas Eve, 1915.
MY DEAREST, DEAREST, DEAREST: I planned to get to Paris late Christmas night.

I cabled Frazier at the Embassy, to have all my letters at the Hotel de l'Empire.

I MEANT to spend the night reading of you and Hope.

I made a record trip from Salonica.