If it’s a boy, call him John (after the Evangelist); and if it’s a girl, call her Glory. At the end of the first year she wrote: I have shortened our darling, and you never saw anything so lovely! Oh, the sweetness of her little bare arms, and her neck, and her little round shoulders! You know she’s red – I’ve really got a red one – a curly red one! Such big beaming eyes, too! And then her mouth, and her chin, and her tiny red toes! I don’t know how you can live without seeing her! Near the end of the fourth year he sent his last answer: Dear Wife – This separation is bitter; but God has willed it, and we must not forget that the probabilities are that we may pass our lives apart.