I was there six weeks ago in one of the forts but of course could not then nor can I now write of it.

I don't believe the drive ever can get through.

For two reasons, and the unmilitary one is that I believe in a just God.

Give my love to Dai, and for you always DICK.
P.S.I am happy you are both so happy, but those post cards with the palms were cruelty to animals.
On the 21st of March, 1916, Richard and his wife and daughter moved from the Scribner cottage to Crossroads, and a few days later he was attacked by the illness that ended in his death on April 11.

He had dined with his wife and afterward had worked on an article on preparedness, written some letters and telegrams concerning the same subject and, while repeating one of the latter over the telephone, was stricken.