"No, I shall not take cold."
"And how," said I, "is your——"
I paused, for I now for the first time remarked a black crape on his hat.
He perceived my embarrassment and relieved me.
"My children?"
I was silent.
"They are very well, I thank you—they are very well."
"Come," added he, with an effort, after covering his eyes a moment with his hand, "what have we now? Is there really to be a war?"
Theodore S. Fay.