We will all be down presently.

Do you know--that Walter has joined up." "Yes, Mrs.Dr.dear.The doctor told me last night.

I suppose the Almighty has His own reasons for allowing such things.

We must submit and endeavour to look on the bright side.

It may cure him of being a poet, at least"-- Susan still persisted in thinking that poets and tramps were tarred with the same brush--"and that would be something.
But thank God," she muttered in a lower tone, "that Shirley is not old enough to go." "Isn't that the same thing as thanking Him that some other woman's son has to go in Shirley's place ?" asked the doctor, pausing on the threshold.
"No, it is not, doctor dear," said Susan defiantly, as she picked up Jims, who was opening his big dark eyes and stretching up his dimpled paws.