At first I thought it was the war and this stinking place that made me…well, love him, I guess. But now I know it’s more than that. The reasons aren’t important. We think his parents are dead. Henry Blake wants to send him to an orphanage, and I hate the idea so much I can’t stand it. I want us to adopt him, honey; he’d be the son we never had. I know the girls would be out of their little minds to have a brother. 
This is a decision we both have to make. Think about it carefully, you know my feelings, now it’s really in your hands.