"But we have, Weston," she cried, exultantly. "The dear boy is safe. The dear boy is wounded, but he's alive. Come indoors, and see the card for yourself!"
It was a beautifully clean, white card, headed on the front "Field postkarte. Kriegsgefangenen—sendung," and endorsed "Geprüft pass zentrale, gouvernement—Lille." On the back the words, "Envoyez directement à la Famille." Underneath, the entries filled in with Master John's own handwriting.
"Je me trouve à.... Lille."
There followed Nom et prénoms, Regiment, Compagnie, Escadron. Then this message under the word Notices.
"Painfully wounded left leg, and rather weak."
I observed that, for the first time since the beginning of the war, Master John's mother had tears in her eyes.
CHAPTER VII