And tonight when all these beautiful pictures came, I was the happiest father anywhere.
The delay was no one's fault, not mine anyway, nor can I blame anyone.
These people are splendid.

They are willing to do anything for one, but it takes time.

When they are fighting for their lives and have not seen their own babies in a year, that you want to see yours is only natural and to oblige you they can't see why they should upset the whole war.

But now it looks less as though I would have to call it a failure.

And Hope may be proud of me, and you may be proud of me, and I will have enough ammunition to draw on for many articles and letters, and another book.
It has been a cruel time; and when I tell you how I worked to get it over, and to be back with you, you will understand many things.