. The book of months . :■■..■.■« W^M, r M §fi.:-gf THE BOOK OF MONTHS said anything or not. But she knew, and in thedim light of the turned-down lamp in the hallI saw her rise to her full height, with arms out-stretched, then sway and fall back into hermothers arms. The telegram fluttered to the ground, and Iran up-stairs. Together we lifted her up andcarried her into her room and laid her on thebed. Dick is killed? whispered her mother tome, and I nodded. Then, at her request, Ileft them, and ran to wake one of the ser-vants. Dont go to bed, she said, as I left theroom. You may be wanted. Sit
. The book of months . :■■..■.■« W^M, r M §fi.:-gf THE BOOK OF MONTHS said anything or not. But she knew, and in thedim light of the turned-down lamp in the hallI saw her rise to her full height, with arms out-stretched, then sway and fall back into hermothers arms. The telegram fluttered to the ground, and Iran up-stairs. Together we lifted her up andcarried her into her room and laid her on thebed. Dick is killed? whispered her mother tome, and I nodded. Then, at her request, Ileft them, and ran to wake one of the ser-vants. Dont go to bed, she said, as I left theroom. You may be wanted. Sit up till I seeyou. Have your bicycle ready. The drawing-room, through which I had comea moment before to answer the bell, looked outthrough French windows onto the garden, andhere I sat waiting for her mother. As yet thenews to me was inconceivable; it seemed merely138 .^bc, mAiSP
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