“From Ima!” said Ibee. “It’s from New York,” looking at the postmark.
“Read it out loud!” cried his mother. “Let us all hear how the dear boy is.”
Ibee read:
Dear Folks:
New York never looked better to us than as we left for the front—but who wouldn’t be brave for the sake of the red, white and blue? Will write mother a long letter as soon as time permits.
As ever,
Ima Brave.
“Now, isn’t that brave?” exclaimed his mother. “He’s as brave as Teddy Roosevelt!”
“It’s wonderful to belong to such a brave family,” said Miss Helpem, who came in just then to renew the dressing on Mr. Brave’s head.