"Come along 'ome with me," she said. "He can't get yer at my 'ome. Don't shrink like that, Ronald. Be a man, dear Ronald."
The children got back to Connie's rooms without any special adventure. There Giles was waiting with that peaceful look on his face which seemed more or less to quiet every one who came in his way. He smiled all over his little face when he saw Connie, and then his eyes grew big and surprised as he noticed the small boy who kept her company.
"Why are yer back so soon, Connie?" he said. "I warn't not one little bit lonesome. And 'oo's he?" said Giles.
"This is my dear little friend Ronald," said Connie.
"And I wanted to see you awful bad," said Ronald, running up to Giles, flinging his cap on the floor, and kneeling down by him. "I have thought of you—oh, so much! It was you, you know, who taught me to endure to the end. Did Connie tell you about that?"
"Yes," said Giles, "she told me."
Ronald looked up at Connie. Giles watched the two, and then he held out his little hand and touched Ronald's.
"You're wery brave," he said. "You had a brave father."
"He is a V. C. man. He's coming to see me one day," said Ronald.
"I know," said Giles. "It's real supporting to 'ave a brave father. I have one too."