Rats do n't worry Carl as they do some people -- he was always chummy with all little beasts . He says he is making a study of the habits of the trench rat and means to write a treatise on it some day that will make him famous . `` Ken wrote a short letter . His letters are all rather short now -- and he does n't often slip in those dear little sudden sentences I love so much . Sometimes I think he has forgotten all about the night he was here to say goodbye -- and then there will be just a line or a word that makes me think he remembers and always will remember . For instance to-day 's letter had n't a thing in it that might n't have been written to any girl , except that he signed himself ` Your Kenneth , ' instead of ` Yours , Kenneth , ' as he usually does . Now , did he leave that 's ' off intentionally or was it only carelessness ? I shall lie awake half the night wondering . He is a captain now . I am glad and proud -- and yet Captain Ford sounds so horribly far away and high up . Ken and Captain Ford seem like two different persons . I may be practically engaged to Ken -- mother 's opinion on that point is my stay and bulwark -- but I ca n't be to Captain Ford ! `` And Jem is a lieutenant now -- won his promotion on the field . He sent me a snap-shot , taken in his new uniform . He looked thin and old -- old -- my boy-brother Jem . I ca n't forget mother 's face when I showed it to her . ` That -- my little Jem -- the baby of the old House of Dreams ? ' was all she said . `` There was a letter from Faith , too . She is doing V.A.D. work in England and writes hopefully and brightly .
I think she is almost happy -- she saw XXXXX on his last leave and she is so near him she could go to him , if he were wounded .
Carl England Ford Jem Ken Kenneth day letters night uniform