Miss Letty thought a moment.
“Very well, Dick. I certainly have no ties to keep me in England. I know you mean it kindly. I’ll come and look after your niece. It will give me something to do.”
“Of course it will!” said the Major, delighted—“Letty, you’re a brick!”
She laughed a little, but her eyes were sad.
“Dick!” she said.
“Letty!”
“Don’t ask me to forget Boy! I can’t!”
The Major raised her hand to his lips and kissed it.
“All right, I won’t. But I didn’t ask you to forget the child. No. He was a charming child. But—he’s gone!”