“Sometimes I used to know that he was thinking of you all day long. How did I know? I can’t tell. How does anybody know? It was just as if ‘Polly’ was writ large upon his face. I never could tell what made him so—only for hours he seemed to be away from us all; and ’twas little good for me to talk, for he heard scarce anything I might say.”
Roy’s coat-sleeve received a little squeeze.
“But—so long ago!”
“What does that matter? I’ve told you enough, and you ought to be able to feel sure of him. I’m not making up. Den is one of the truest and best fellows that ever lived; and when he comes home, you’ll see—you will see for yourself.”
She bent towards him.
“Thank you, Roy! At the least, I can promise one thing—that I will wait to see!”
(To be continued.)
[HOUSEHOLD HINTS.]
To place a piece of oil-cloth or American baize over the whole or part of the kitchen table is a very tidy plan and saves constant scrubbing of the table.