"He must be a friendly soul to come to this place to see anybody. Well, when he comes we'll know. How'd you leave Sonnie-Boy?"
"He's waiting for you to say good night."
"I'll go up to him." He went inside.
Marie picked up her ensign. Balfe placed a chair for her at the little work-table, and himself took the chair on the other side of the table.
"A great joy for you, also—young Greg, Marie?"
"If you could hold him and feel his little heart against yours when he's saying 'Good night, auntie,' after he's said his prayers! His prayers and the 'Star-Spangled Banner' are his great set pieces."
"And between you and Greg it's safe to say he's got both letter-perfect."
"And spirit-perfect, we're hoping. But I must get on with this ensign for him."
"Pretty good size, isn't it, for a toy ship?"
"But it's a battle-flag. He'll have none but battle-flags. There, I'm up to the stars."