Who Cares? a story of adolescence by Cosmo Hamilton
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the windows of Red Cross Depots and caught sight of a roomful of
good and noble women feverishly at work on bandages; when he read of the keen and splendid training voluntarily undergone by the far- sighted men who were making Plattsburg the nucleus of an officers' training corps, when he was told how many of his young and red- blooded fellow-countrymen had taken up arms with the Canadian contingents or had slipped over to France as ambulance men. What would he not have given to be young again! He heaved a great sigh and turned back to the precious little woman who had placed her life into his hands for love. The hoarse alarming voices receded into the distance, leaving their curious echo behind. "What were we talking about?" he asked. "Oh, ah, yes. The house. Lil, during the few days that I have to be in the city, let's find the house, let's nose around and choose the roof under which you and I will spend all the rest of our honeymoon. What do you say, dear?" "I'd love it, Geordie; I'd just love it. A little house, smaller than this, with windows that catch the sun, quite near the Park, so that we can toddle across and watch the children playing. Wouldn't that be nice? And now I think I'll ring for some one to show me Joan's room and creep in and suggest that she gets up." But there was no need. The door opened, and Joan came in, with eyes like stars. |
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