"The States."
"Do you know Cleveland?"
"Yes."
"Well, I've got a mother and three brothers buried in that cemetery. Colonials, you know. I'm English—from Bath—oldest son. Couldn't see things their way. Done better perhaps if I'd joined the others out there."
I smiled at this unexpected and impromptu confession. The boy saw it and reddened.
"Is there anything particular you want me to say to this man for you?" said I quickly, to cover his embarrassment.
"No, thank you. But there's one thing you might be able to tell me."
"What?"
"Do you think we'll be 'home' in time to eat Christmas dinner?"
"Rather!"