Come back." Anne came back with a sigh; her eyes were shining softly.
"I've always loved that old story," she said, "and although the English won that victory, I think it was because of the brave, defeated commander I love it.

This grave seems to bring it so near and make it so real.

This poor little middy was only eighteen.

He 'died of desperate wounds received in gallant action'-- so reads his epitaph.

It is such as a soldier might wish for." Before she turned away, Anne unpinned the little cluster of purple pansies she wore and dropped it softly on the grave of the boy who had perished in the great sea-duel.
"Well, what do you think of our new friend ?" asked Priscilla, when Phil had left them.
"I like her.