But do I?
O God, can I bear to lose him ?" The week passed mournfully away.

No more boys sickened, but Arthur was reported worse each day, and his mother arrived early in the week.

Tom made many appeals to be allowed to see him, and several times tried to get up to the sick-room; but the housekeeper was always in the way, and at last spoke to the Doctor, who kindly but peremptorily forbade him.
Thompson was buried on the Tuesday, and the burial service, so soothing and grand always, but beyond all words solemn when read over a boy's grave to his companions, brought him much comfort, and many strange new thoughts and longings.

He went back to his regular life, and played cricket and bathed as usual.

It seemed to him that this was the right thing to do, and the new thoughts and longings became more brave and healthy for the effort.