"Oh, yes, he's blind, all right, poor boy! But it's the rest I mean—about his killin' twenty-eight Germans single-handed, an' bein' all shot to pieces hisself, an' benighted for bravery."
"But what did happen?"
"We don't know. We just know he's blind an' comin' home. Mis' McGuire had two letters yesterday from John, but—"
"From John—himself?"
"Yes; but they was both writ long before the apostrophe, an' 'course they didn't say nothin' about it. He was well an' happy, he said. She had had only one letter before these for a long time. An' now to have—this!"
"Yes, I know. It's terrible. How does—Mr. Keith take it?"
Susan opened wide her eyes.
"Why, you've seen him—you see him yesterday yourself, Miss Dorothy."
"Oh, I saw him—in a way, but not the real him, Susan. He's miles away now, always."
"You mean he ain't civil an' polite?" demanded Susan.