Slavery is the worse evil, and now I want to tell you I have come to see that you are making war on those that make slavery.

Yes, you are fighting those that make both war and slavery, and you are right, and I humbly reverence and honour all of you who are in this right war.

I have come home to work in the Red Cross here; I work there all day, and all day I keep saying to myself--but I really mean to _you_--it's what I pray, and oh, how I pray it: "God be with you and grant you the victory!" For you must win and you will win.
Forgive me, oh, please--and if you will, could you write to me?
I know you have things to do more important than "girls"-- but oh, couldn't you, please?
This letter, which she had taken care not to dampen, as she wrote, went in slow course to the "American Expeditionary Forces in France," and finally found him whom it patiently sought.

He delayed not long to answer, and in time she held in a shaking hand the pencilled missive he had sent her.
You forget all that comic talk about me enlisting because of your telling me to.

I'd written my father I was going at the first chance a month and a half before that day when you said it.