She smiled a little wistfully as she went upstairs. She had perhaps comforted him, but she had left unsaid the words she should have spoken. "You must not take Hilda with you. If you take her with you, will your Jean be proud of her Daddy in France?"
CHAPTER XI
HILDA WEARS A CROWN
At two o'clock on Thanksgiving morning the light burned low in the General's room. Hilda, wide awake, was reading. Derry stopped at the door.
She rose at once and went to him.
"Is he all right, Miss Merritt?"
"Yes. He's sound asleep."
"Then you think he's better?"
"Much better."