One great consolation to the Sergeant was, to spend a large part of his pay in comforts for Mrs.Lawrence and clothes and books and toys for the little Ronald.

Mrs.McGillicuddy, who had reasoned out a very good solution of McGillicuddy's troubles, encouraged him in his kindness to Mrs.Lawrence and the boy, so that the old rule of God making the devil work for Him was again illustrated; much good came to those whom Lawrence had deserted.
The chaplain thought it a good time to preach a sermon on loyalty, and on the very Sunday after Colonel Fortescue had talked with Mrs.
Lawrence, the congregation that crowded the chapel heard an exposition of what loyalty meant, especially loyalty to one's country.

Among the most attentive listeners was Kettle, whose honest black face glowed when the chaplain proclaimed that every man owed it to his country to defend it, if required.

When the congregation streamed out of the chapel, Mrs.Fortescue stopped a moment to congratulate the chaplain on his sermon.

Behind her stood Kettle, who was never very far away from Miss Betty.
"I listen to that sermon, suh," said Kettle, earnestly, to the chaplain, "and it cert'ny wuz a corker, suh." "That is high praise," answered the chaplain, "I would rather an enlisted man should tell me that a sermon of mine was a corker, than for the archbishop of the archdiocese to write me a personal letter of praise." Just then the chaplain, who was accused of having eyes in the back of his head, saw something directly behind him.