The Next of Kin - Those who Wait and Wonder by Nellie L. McClung
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Soon after that I knew, without a word being said, that my boy wanted to go--I saw the seriousness come into his face, and knew what it meant. It was when the news from the Dardanelles was heavy on our hearts, and the newspapers spoke gravely of the outlook. One day he looked up quickly and said, "I want to go--I want to help the British Empire--while there is a British Empire!" And then I realized that my boy, my boy, had suddenly become a man and had put away childish things forever. I shall always be glad that the call came to him, not in the intoxication of victory, but in the dark hour of apparent defeat. CHAPTER III LET'S PRETEND Let's pretend the skies are blue, Let's pretend the world is new, And the birds of hope are singing All the day! Short of gladness--learn to fake it! Long on sadness--go and shake it! Life is only--what you make it, |
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