“No.”
After another moment she begins to look over the names. All four sides of the base are full of them, and the mason seems to be lettering the last. She tries to find her brother’s name and cannot do so. At length, not without an effort, she says:
“But where is Robbie’s name?”
The mason pauses in his work, and then answers:
“Robbie Craine’s? Well, to tell you the truth, it is not on the list they made out for me.”
“They—who are they?”
“Well, the Bishop and the clergy and the Town Commissioners and so on.”
“But my brother died in the war, and won the Victoria Cross, didn’t he?”
“Maybe he did.”
“You know he did. Then what has he done that his name is not in the list with the rest?”