I want you to keep saying to yourself all the time, "This is the most serious effort he ever made, because the chances of seeing anything are so SMALL, and because never had he such a chance to HELP.
But, all the time, every minute he thinks of me.

He wants me.

He misses my voice, my eyes, my presence at his side when he walks or sleeps.

He never loved me so greatly, or at leaving me was so unhappy as he is now." Goodby, dear heart.

My God-given one! Would it not be wonderful, if tonight when I am up among the boats on the top deck that girl in the Pierrot suit, and in her arms Hope, came, and I took them and held them both?
You will walk with her at five, and I will walk and think of you and love you and long for you.
God keep you, dearest of wives, and mothers.
RICHARD.
October 24.
MY DEAR DAUGHTER: So many weeks have passed since I saw you that by now you are able to read this without your mother looking over your shoulder and helping you with the big words.