It was the only time I ever had her to myself.

I hated to think the baby's yells had wakened her up, for she has so much to bear now.

Mr.Grant is at Valcartier, too, and Miss Oliver feels it dreadfully, though she is splendid about it.

She thinks he will never come back and her eyes just break my heart--they are so tragic.

She said it wasn't the baby that woke her--she hadn't been able to sleep because the Germans are so near Paris; she took the little wretch and laid it flat on its stomach across her knee and thumped its back gently a few times, and it stopped shrieking and went right off to sleep and slept like a lamb the rest of the night.