But can't you see, my dear, that we're not able to do everything for those poor wounded soldiers?
You have twenty in your charge now, and by to-night there may be possibly a dozen more.
Many of them have wives at home, but--" "But all are not dying, Uncle--and after only five months of married life, three of which they passed together.

Here, at least, is one brave heart we may comfort, one poor woman who will be ever grateful for our generous kindness." Mr.Merrick coughed.

He wiped his eyes and blew his nose on his pink bordered handkerchief.

But he made no promise.
Patsy left him and went to Ajo.
"See here," she said; "I'm going to Charleroi in an hour." "It's a day's journey, Patsy." "I mean I'm going to start in an hour.

Will you go with me ?" "What does Uncle John say ?" he inquired cautiously.
"I don't care what he says.