“And yourself, too,” she said.
“Oh, I’ll keep an eye on him,” said Jim. “And Dad’s your job.”
“And we’ll plan all sorts of things for your next leave,” said David Linton. “God bless you, boys.”
They gripped hands. Then Jim put his arms round Norah’s shoulder.
“You’ll keep smiling, kiddie? Whatever comes?”
“Yes, I promise, Jimmy.”
The guard was shouting.
“All aboard.”
“Cheero, Norah!” Wally cried from the window. “We’ll be back in no time!”
“Cheero!” She made the word come somehow. The train roared off round the curve.