“I guess she'll do about the same thing that you will when Dick goes–go up into the attic and have a good cry.”
“You're a mean brother,” said Elsie in pretended anger, lifting her hand as if to slap him, “and if it wasn't that I will likely soon lose you, I would box your ears soundly.”
They talked awhile, and then Dick attended to the errand that had brought him there and went home.
“I guess we will have company when we go to war, Tom” he said to his brother.
“Is that so?” with an interested ear. “Who?”
“Ben Foster.”
“You don't mean it, Dick?”
“Yes. He just told me he intends to accompany us.”
“But–his father's a Tory!”
“Yes, but he is a reasonable man, and Ben says that he will not object.”