"And to-night we should only admit pleasant thoughts," said her
husband. "Who is going to write me letters when I am gone?"

"I'll write to you, father," said Alice.

"And so will I," said Maggie.

"I, too," chimed in Charlie.

"Then, if you have so many correspondents already engaged, you
will hardly want to hear from Frank and myself," said his wife,
smiling.

"The more the better. I suspect I shall find letters more welcome
than anything else. You must also send me papers regularly. I
shall have many hours that will pass heavily unless I have
something to read."

"I'll mail you Harper's Weekly regularly, shall I, father?" asked
Frank.

"Yes, I shall be glad enough to see it. Then, there is one good
thing about papers--after enjoying them myself, I can pass them
round to others. There are many privations that I must make up my
mind to, but I shall endeavor to make camp-life as pleasant as
possible to myself and others."

"I wish you were going out as an officer," said Mrs. Frost. "You
would have more indulgences."