'Oh, my dear, my love!' said Miss Browne distressed. 'My love, how careless of you! I spell my name with an "e." I never thought you would forget, my love. No, don't add it on there; it looks as if it were an afterthought. Please write it again. We have always spelt our name with an "e," my love.'
CHAPTER XXI
The Morning Cables
'With rending of cheek and of hair,
Lament ye, mourn for him, weep.'
Bart came clattering at a great pace up the path with the mail. It was the midday dinner-time; and such pleasant appetising foods were the order of the day now, boylike he did not care to be a moment late.
He took the saddle off, laid it down on the verandah, drove the horse down to the first paddock, and hastened in to the dining-room.
His father was just unfolding the daily paper he had brought, and opening it to find the war cables.
'Read them out, Jim,' said Mrs. Cameron, looking up from her task of apportioning the peas and cauliflower and potatoes.
Cameron read out the headings:
'"DESPERATE FIGHTING AT KRUG'S SPRUIT."