Those months after he joined up, and until he was killed, were, I do believe, by far the happiest of his life.

He always said they were." As he made no answer she went on:--"I'll show you some of his letters if you like, and father will show you the letters that were sent to us--afterwards." By now they had left the garden proper, and were walking down an avenue which was known as the Long Walk.

It was here that they two, with George always as a welcome third, used to play "tip and run" and "hide and seek" with the then little children.
"Tell me something about the others," he said abruptly.

"I'm moving in a world unrealised." She smiled up into his face.

Somehow that confession touched her, and brought them nearer to one another.
"Jack frightens me a bit, you know--he's so unlike George.