Now, don't cry about it, childie!" as a big tear splashed down Ingred's dress.

"After all, we've much to be thankful for.

If we had lost Father, or Egbert, or Athelstane out in France we might indeed grieve.

So long as we have each other we've got the best thing in life, and we must all cling together as a family, and help one another on.
Cheer up!" "It will be simply h--h--h--hateful to go back to school this term, and not live at R--r--r--rotherwood!" sobbed Ingred.
Her mother patted the dark head that rested against her knee.
"Poor little woman! Remember it's just as hard for all the rest of us.
We've each got a burden to carry at present.

Suppose we see who can be pluckiest over it.