1/8 Her father gave her what he had always promised she should have on her eighteenth birthday--a watch. It was a pretty little silver watch, which Bunting had bought secondhand on the last day he had been happy-- it seemed a long, long time ago now. Besides, in such matters she had generally had the good sense not to interfere between her husband and his child. He had never smoked so much as in the last four days, excepting, perhaps, the week that had followed on his leaving service. |