But you'll only find _me_--your own Nelly--not changed a bit--when you come back.
'I want to hear everything when you write--how your men did--whether you took any prisoners, whether there was ammunition enough, or whether you were short again?
I feel every day that I ought to go and make munitions--but somehow--I can't.

We are going to Carton on Saturday.
Bridget is extremely pleased.

I rather dread it.

But I shall be able to write you a long letter about it on Sunday morning, instead of going to church.

There is Rydal chapel striking twelve! My darling--my darling!--good-night.'.