Do you remember her ?" "Yes, dad, quite well.

I remember her smiling always." "Smiling, my God! Smiling through those days.

Yes, that's the way she played the game, and that's the only way, boy." "Yes, dad," said Barry, and his smile was brighter than ever, but his knuckles showed white where he gripped the chair.
The nurse came and went, wondering at their bright faces and their cheery voices.

They kept their minds upon the old happy days.

They recalled their canoe trips, their hunting experiences, dwelling mostly upon the humorous incidents, playing the game.