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Tarkington, Booth, 1869-1946

"Ramsey Milholland"


You forget all that comic talk about me enlisting because of your
telling me to. I'd written my father I was going at the first chance a
month and a half before that day when you said it. My mind was made up
at the first time there was any talk of war, and you had about as much
responsibility for my going as some little sparrow or something. Of
course I don't mean I didn't pay any attention to the different things
you said, because I always did, and I used to worry over it because I
was afraid some day it would get you in trouble, and I'm mighty glad
you've cut it out. That's right; you be a regular girl now. You always
were one, and I knew it all right. I'm not as scared to write to you as
I was to talk to you, so I guess you know I was mighty tickled to get
your letter. It sounded blue, but I was glad to get it. You _bet_ I'll
write to you! I don't suppose you could have any idea how glad I was to
get your letter. I could sit here and write to you all day if they'd let
me, but I'm a corporal now. When you answer this, I wish you'd say how
the old town looks and if the grass in the front yards is as green as it
usually is, and everything.


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