And so Frances promised.
"'London Bridge is broken down
(Ride over My Lady Leigh!)
"'Build it up with stones so strong--
"'Build it up with gold so fine'"--
It was twenty to eight and Ronny had not so much as begun to say Good night. She was singing her sons to spin out the time.
"'London Bridge--'"
"That'll do, Ronny, it's time you were in bed."
There was no need for her to linger and draw out her caresses, no need to be afraid of going to bed alone. Frances, at Vera's request, had had her cot moved up into the night nursery.
VIII
Anthony had begun to wonder where on earth he should send Morrie out to this time, when the Boer War came and solved his problem.
Maurice, joyous and adventurous again, sent himself to South Africa, to enlist in the Imperial Light Horse.