When at length the youngster was laid in his crib it seemed to Carley that the fragrance and the soul of him remained with her.
"A real American boy!" she murmured.
"You can just bet he is," replied Elsie.

"Carley, you ought to see his dad." "I'd like to meet him," said Carley, thoughtfully.

"Elsie, was he in the service ?" "Yes.

He was on one of the navy transports that took munitions to France.

Think of me, carrying this baby, with my husband on a boat full of explosives and with German submarines roaming the ocean! Oh, it was horrible!" "But he came back, and now all's well with you," said Carley, with a smile of earnestness.