"The girl I love faithfully," he murmured.
"Yes, I'll write a letter for you to the girl you love."
"Ay, will you?" he asked. "She's a beauty. There ain't no one like her. And she'll—take in laundry work, and she—won't—mind whether—I've got—one or—two—feet; no—she—won't. God bless—her."
"You want to write to her," said Kitty, bending over him. "Tell me now, tell me what to say; I'll write it for you now."
"Ay, ay, you write. Tell—her—tell—her—"
But what Private Lawson had to tell his sweetheart was never known on this side eternity!
CHAPTER XXI.
KITTY'S REQUEST.
