“Queer, isn’t it,” said the sergeant, “how any one gets used to anything? Does he ever speak to you about hearing from France?”
“Not now; he used to when he first came. He thinks of it, though.”
“How do you know?”
“Oh! I can tell. I understand him so well.”
“How long is it since he came here?”
“Five weeks last Wednesday.”
“It doesn’t seem as long as that,” said the sergeant thoughtfully.
“The time passes more quickly with a child in the house,” observed his wife.
“I believe it does. I’m not sorry we took him, Bess.”
“I know you are not, Stephen. I would send him away if I thought you were.”