He described going for an evening walk with the attractive wife of a friend, an outing cut short by clouds of mosquitoes. Elizebeth wrote back, “My dear, I’m proud of you! If fate had only been gentle with you and spared the chiggers, what a nice Memory you would have.” She added, “Hold as many hands as you can! Life grows short!” In another letter she asked, “Am I wicked to be glad you are missing me?”
