She saw the sunshine going out of him, and she resented it.
As they were finishing breakfast came the postman with a letter from Derby.

Mrs.Morel screwed up her eyes to look at the address.
"Give it here, blind eye!" exclaimed her son, snatching it away from her.
She started, and almost boxed his ears.
"It's from your son, Arthur," he said.
"What now--!" cried Mrs.Morel.
"'My dearest Mother,'" Paul read, "'I don't know what made me such a fool.

I want you to come and fetch me back from here.

I came with Jack Bredon yesterday, instead of going to work, and enlisted.

He said he was sick of wearing the seat of a stool out, and, like the idiot you know I am, I came away with him.
"'I have taken the King's shilling, but perhaps if you came for me they would let me go back with you.