28 February

A surprise letter from Ernest. He *is* in jail, but they have allowed him pen and paper for good behavior. Uncle Jack is expected any minute, and dear Ernest is taking the *greatest* care that Uncle Jack should not discover him writing to me. He wants to preserve my honor after all. It would not do for the wife of a bomber to have a sullied name. I wonder whether we ought not christen the little baby cows as well. They are also God's creatures, even though they are not quite as cute as the lambs.