I'm sure I don't know what these soldiers are cooking in the kitchen.

I expect they'll end by setting the place afire, and I told Curt so, but he can't he'p it, and I can't.

It's ve'y hard to see the house turned out of the windows, and the lawns and gardens cut to pieces by hoofs and wheels, but I'm only too thankful that Curt can find shelter under this roof, and nothing matters any mo' as long as he and Stephen are alive and well." "Haven't you heard from Ailsa yet ?" asked Berkley in a low voice.
"Oh, Phil! I'm certainly worried.

She was expecting to go on board some hospital boat at the landing the day befo' your regiment arrived.

I haven't set eyes on her since.