"All lite! All lite! My can savey. Loll lawn. A-paw phah-kiû" (Afternoon strike-ball).
"Oh, goody! Dr. Sinclair will be here."
"No, Constance; Dr. Sinclair will not be here."
"Why, mother?"
"He has gone away over to Keelung to care for the sick and wounded after the battle."
"Oh, mother!" The finely-curved lips trembled A big tear stole out of each eye.
"Mother, do you think that he might get killed?"
"No, Connie. I do not think that he is in any danger."
The big tears rolled down the cheeks and dropped.
"Mother, will he come back?"