"To me they are the sweetest singers of all.

I remember them as a child, Letty." After a while Letty rose; her thin hand lingered, on his shoulder as she stood beside him, and he got to his feet and adjusted belt and sabre.
"I love to be with you," she said wistfully.

"It's only because I do need a little more sleep that I am going back." "Of course," he nodded.

And they retraced their steps together.
He left her at the door of the quaint, one-storied stone building where, she explained, she had a cot.
"You _will_ come to see me again before you go back to your regiment, won't you ?" she pleaded, keeping one hand in both of hers.
"Of course I will.

Try to get some sleep, Letty.