But I don't know whether he's dead or alive.

He may be living and suffering, and every night I dream that he has come home and when I wake up and find it's only a dream it just breaks my heart." "It's ever so much worse than when he was so sick last fall," said Cecily drearily.

"Then we knew that everything was done for him that could be done." We could not appeal to Peg Bowen this time.

In our desperation we would have done it, but Peg was far away.

With the first breath of spring she was up and off, answering to the lure of the long road.