Dear Frances:—

I wish I hadn’t come. Two of them are in earnest! Lieutenant Pendleton is here every day, very gay but very desperate. I use the Colonel all I can against him, and the innocent old man will talk shop with him by the hour. But sometimes the lieutenant manages to get me alone, and only my best cold-storage manner has saved me so far.

But if the lieutenant is the kind that takes you by storm, Captain Kirby is one that will lay siege. He doesn’t come so often as the other, he doesn’t stay so long, he doesn’t say so much; but he is the kind that sticks. I may be able to stave off the lieutenant, but I shall have to have it out with the captain.

I wish you were here. You would be such a help! Can’t you manage it? Oh, Frances dear, I don’t like army life. Why couldn’t I be satisfied with Dick? Come and help me!