"And he said he hardly ever had company."
"Goodness, I should think he would go crazy," Mollie commented. "Why,
I go almost mad when I don't have any one to talk to for an hour."
"I wonder if he lived in that little house all during the war," said
Betty thoughtfully. They had reached the dock and were walking slowly
out upon it. "If he did, it must have been dreadfully hard for him. It
makes me shiver to think of him sitting there all alone, reading the
casualty list, terrified for fear the next name would be that of his
son----"
"Oh, Betty," cried gentle Amy, all her sympathy quickly roused by the
picture Betty had drawn, "what a dreadful thing to think of!"
"But he never did find their names among the missing or killed,"
Mollie reminded them soberly. "We know that because he said he
expected to see them soon."
"Of course, And all we can do is hope with all our hearts that he gets
his wish," said Betty brightly, adding with a sudden change of
subject: "But away with dull care. The sun is shining and here's our
fairy ship waiting to carry us off to fresh adventure.
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