"
"Why wasn't I told?" asked Radmore roughly. "I should have thought,
Timmy, that you might have told me when you answered my first letter."
He took the box of matches out of Timmy's hand, and himself lighting a
match, went up quite close to the list of names. Yes, it was there right
enough.
"When did he, George, volunteer?" he asked.
"On the seventh of August, two days after the War began," said Timmy
simply. "He was awfully afraid they wouldn't take him. There was such a
rush, you know. But they did take him, and the doctor who saw him
undressed, naked, you know, told Daddy"--the child hesitated a moment,
then repeated slowly, proudly--"that George was one of the finest
specimens of young manhood he had ever seen."
"And when did he go out?"
"He went out very soon; and we used to have such jolly times when he came
back, because, you know, he did come back three times altogether, and the
second time--Betty hadn't gone to France then--they all went up to London
together and had a splendid time. I didn't go; Mum didn't think it worth
the expense that I should go, though George wanted me to."
Hardly conscious that he was doing so, Radmore turned round, and began
walking quietly on along the dark road, with Timmy trotting by his side.
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