But these kids won't and mustn't grow up peace-cranks--not that anybody objects to peace, but I do despise and distrust a crank, a crank about anything.

That's the lesson we've got to learn from these troubled times.

First, let cranks alone--the other side of the street is good enough for them.

Then, if they persist, I see nothing to do but to kill 'em, and that's troublesome and inconvenient.
But, as I was saying, bless the babies.

I can't begin to tell you how very much I long to see them, to make their acquaintance, to chuckle 'em and punch 'em and see 'em laugh, and to see just what sort of kids they be.
I've written you how in my opinion there's no country in the world fit for a modern gentleman and man-of-character to live in except (1) the United States and (2) this island.