We shan't get the papers till eight.' 'What's the date ?' 'March 18th.' Desmond gave a long sigh.
'I would have liked to be in it!' 'In the big battle ?' Aubrey's lip trembled.

'You have done your bit, old man.' 'But how is it going to _end_ ?' said the boy, moving his head restlessly.

'Shall we win ?--or they?
I shall live as long as ever I can--just to know.

I feel quite jolly now--isn't it strange ?--and yet I made the doctors tell me--' He turned a bright look on his brother, and his voice grew stronger.

'I had such a queer dream last night, Aubrey,--about you--and that friend of yours--do you remember ?--you used to bring him down--to stay here--when Pam and I were little--Freddy Vivian--' The boy looking out into the woods and the morning did not see the change--the spasm--in his brother's face.