"Yes, you were," said Linnet, "you don't know what you are saying. You were always kind to him, and he loved you."
"Yes; but I might have been kinder," she said. "Must I tell his mother?"
"No; Miss Prudence will do that," answered Hollis. "I have Will's letter for you to take to her."
"Where is he? Where is Morris?"
"Buried in England. Will could not bring him home," said Hollis.
"His mother! What will she do?" moaned Marjorie.
"Marjorie, you talk as if there was no one to comfort her," rebuked Mrs.
Rheid.
"You have all your boys, Mrs. Rheid, and she had only Morris," said
Marjorie.
"Yes; that is true; and I cannot spare one of them. Do cry, child. Don't sit there with your eyes so wide open and big."
Marjorie closed her eyes and leaned back against Linnet. Morris had gone to God.