But I want it for myself.

I'd like my babies to cut their teeth on it." When I went out to the Boer War, the most wonderful woman on earth said to me on parting: "Wherever you are, dear, remember that I am always with you in spirit and soul and heart and almost in body." And God knows she was.

And when I returned a helpless cripple she gathered me in her brave arms on the open quay at Southampton, and after a moment or two of foolishness, she said: "Do you know, when I die, what you'll find engraven on my heart ?" "No," said I.
"Your D.S.O.

ribbon." So when Betty talked about her babies and the little bronze cross, my eyes grew moist and I felt ridiculously sentimental.
Not a word, of course, was spoken before Betty of the new light, or the new darkness, whichsoever you will, that had been cast on the tragedy of Althea.

I could not do otherwise than agree with the direct-spoken old lady who had at once correlated the adventure in Carlisle with the plunge into the Wellingsford Canal.