Donald changes to the new socks—those he had on were wringing wet!
He picks us little bunches of violets, hyacinths and wild strawberry flowers—we have them still.
We are very happy the whole of the day, and have my sandwiches and cake and fruit for supper, there under the trees. And here in thought let me leave "The Student in Arms," who was to me part son, best pal, brother, comrade, and counsellor on all subjects—and more than a little bit of grandpapa!
He could be so many different things because, as another friend and cousin said, "he seemed to know everything about everybody."
I like to think of those two fine spirits—Hugh and Donald—each with a hand to the tiny baby nephew, and a word of greeting for me when I go over the top.
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