Reginald Cruden / A Tale of City Life - Talbot Baines Reed

“Don’t I,” says Reginald, taking the book in his hands, and speaking in a tone which makes every one look up at him. “This little book is worth more to me than all the rest put together.”

And as he bends his head over the precious little relic, and turns its well-thumbed pages one by one, he forgets where he is, or who is looking on. And a tear steals into his eyes as his mind flies far away to a little green grave in the north country over which the soft breezes of spring play lovingly, and seem to whisper in a voice he knows and loves to remember—“Come there too, guv’nor.”

The End.