'I write to her twice a week regular, and sometimes oftener.

For her sake I hope my life may be spared to return.' "'I hope so, too,' I answered warmly.

Then after a minute's silence, I added from some impulse: 'Will you let me call you Frank?
I have a boy at home, not many years younger than you.

His name is Frank also--it will seem to remind me of him.' "'I wish you would,' he answered, his face lighting up with evident pleasure.

'Everybody calls me Frank at home, and I am tired of being called Grover.' "So our compact was made.