The moment of it all, however, which the men would remember till the final call of the trumpet was that in which the three little girls, in their bright-red caps, came in at the door of the Dennihan home. They would never forget the look on the face of their motherless, quaint little waif as he held forth both his tiny arms to the vision and cried out:
"Bruvver Jim!"
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End of Project Gutenberg's Bruvver Jim's Baby, by Philip Verrill Mighels