eutiful--but Cousin Jean cwied---"

"Cried?"

"I saw a tear rwunning down her cheek, and it splashed on Margaret-Mary's
nose--"

And that night Derry said, "My darling, what shall I draw in our book?"

"The thing that you want most to remember, Derry."

So he drew her all in white, bending over a child of dreams.

* * * * * *

The next morning, she told him "Good-bye." They had come along to the
Toy Shop for their farewell, so that there was only the old white
elephant to see her tears, and the Lovely Dreams to be sorry for her.

Yet her head was held high at the very last, and she was not sorry for
herself. "I am glad and proud to have you go, dearest. I am glad and
proud--"

And after he had gone, she worked until lunch time on the bandages and
wipes, and rode with the General in the afternoon, with her hand in his,
knowing that it comforted him.

But very late that night, when every one else is the big house was fast
asleep, she crept out into the hall in her lace robe and lace cap and
pink slippers and stood beneath the picture of the painted lady. "He
will come back," she said. "He must come back--and--oh, oh, Derry's
mother in Heaven--you must tell me how to live--without him--."

CHAPTER XXIX

"AND, AFTER ALL, HE CAME TO THE WARS!"

A perfect day, with men lying dead by thousands on the battlefield;
twilight, with a young moon; night and the stars--

Drusilla's throat was dry with singing--there had been so many hurt,
and she had found that it helped them to hear her, so when a moaning,
groaning, cursing ambulance load stopped a moment, she sang; when
walking wounded came through sagging with pain and dreadful weariness,
she sang; and when night fell, and an engine was stalled, and she took
in her own car a man who must be rushed to the first collecting
station, she found herself still singing--. And this time it was "The
Battle Hymn of the Republic."

The man propped up beside her murmured, "My Captain liked that--he used
to sing it--"

"Yes?" She was listening with only half an ear. There were so many
Captains.

"He was engaged to an American."

She listened now. "Your Captain--?"

"Captain Hewes."

She guided the car steadily. "Dawson Hewes?"

"Yes. Do you know him?"

"I--I am the girl he is going to marry--"

He froze into silence. She bent towards him. "What made you
say--_was_--?"

"He's--gone West--"

"Dead?"

"Yes."