"What I believed," he muttered, half to himself, "was that George was
safe in India, and probably not even allowed to volunteer."
"George never went to India," said Timmy soberly. "Betty wasn't well, I
think, and as they were twins, he didn't like to go so far away from her.
So he got a job in London. It was quite nice, and he used to come down
once a month or so." He waited a moment, then went on. "Betty always said
he was a born soldier, and that he ought to have been a soldier from the
very beginning. As you care so much," he added a little diffidently, "I
expect Betty would show you the letters his men wrote about him. Dad has
got the letters of his Colonel and of the officers, but Betty has the
others."
And then all at once Radmore felt a small skinny hand slipped into his.
"I want to tell you something," muttered Timmy. "I want to tell you two
things. I want to tell you that I'm sure George is in Heaven. I don't
know if you know, but I sometimes see people who are dead. I saw Pete
Cobbett once. He was standing by the back door of the post-office, and
that old dog of theirs saw him too; it was just before we got the news
that he was killed, so I thought he was back on leave.
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