We, the homeless, for in the abiding sense we are homeless, make homes possible.

Think of it with pride sometimes, Katie.

Our girls think of it all too little now.

I sometimes wonder how they can forego that just pride in their traditions.
During this spring in the West my thoughts have many times turned to those other days, days when men like your father and my husband performed the frontier service which made the West of to-day possible.

Recently at a dinner I heard a young woman, one of the 'advanced' type, and I am sorry to say of army people, speak laughingly to one of our men of the uselessness of the army.