"I wonder whether broken soldiers have an interest for you as well," I remarked ... and Dick and Alice were completely forgotten until they met us clamorously in the hall.
"Did you get any, Pam?" cried Dick.
"Only five," was the answer, as I took the small paper parcel from my pocket and handed it over.
"Is that all?" demanded Alice.
"There's one more," I said.
"Is that for me?" cried Alice; but Pamela shook her head and smiled very nicely as she took my arm.
"No, that's for me," she said.
A TRAGEDY OF THE SEA.
The night was a very dark one, for a cold damp fog hung over the Channel. The few lights we carried reflected in-board only, and, leaning over the rail, it was with difficulty that I could distinguish the dark waters washing below. Shore-ward I could see nothing, though I knew that a good-sized town lay there.