"You have other big tasks waiting you at home.

Why don't you go back ?" "No--no--not now." "But, Page," urged Dr.Buttrick, "you are going to lay down your life." "I have only one life to lay down," was the reply.

"I can't quit now." _To Mary E.Page_[75] London, May 12, 1918.
DEAR MARY: You'll have to take this big paper and this paint brush pen--it's all the pen these blunt British have.

This is to tell you how very welcome your letter to Alice is--how very welcome, for nobody writes us the family news and nothing is so much appreciated.

I'll try to call the shorter roll of us in the same way: After a miserable winter we, too, are having the rare experience of a little sunshine in this dark, damp world of London.