He has cried himself to sleep for a week, over the starving Belgians.

'Oh, mother,' he will say to her, so beseeching-like, 'surely the babies are never hungry--oh, not the babies, mother! Just say the babies are not hungry, mother.' And she cannot say it because it would not be true, and she is at her wits' end.

They try to keep such things from him but he finds them out and then they cannot comfort him.

It breaks my heart to read about them myself, Mrs.Dr.dear, and I cannot console myself with the thought that the tales are not true.

When I read a novel that makes me want to weep I just say severely to myself, 'Now, Susan Baker, you know that is all a pack of lies.' But we must carry on.