I could hear Phil's heart beat when I couldn't see him." "You both look as if you had been seeing ghosts.

Is it that your arm is paining you, Phil, mon gars ?" "Hardly at all.

Carette saw to it." "Bien! You are bleached for lack of sunshine, then." "Mon Dieu, yes," said Carette.

"I felt myself getting whiter every minute, and we were almost starving when Uncle George came.

We had been days without food, you know, although you all say it is only Thursday;" and my mother smiled and began to spread the table, but we showed her it was only Carette's nonsense.
But if she was relieved on our account, she was still very anxious about her father.
"They are fighting over there, George," she said, looking anxiously out over the water to where Herm lay peacefully in the afternoon sunshine, and as we stood listening, the dull sound of guns came to us again.