You see, his father was an artilleryman in the war with Spain, and his grandfather was a Colonel at the end of the War of the Rebellion, though he went into it as a private, like Ramsey.

He died when Ramsey was about twelve; but Ramsey remembers him; he was talking of him a little the night before he enlisted." Dora made a gesture of despairing protest.

"You don't understand!" "What is it I don't understand ?" "Ramsey! _I_ know why he went--and it's just killing me!" Fred looked at her gravely.

"I don't think you need worry about it," he said.

"There's nothing about his going that you are responsible for." She repeated her despairing gesture.