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Rh It took Doreen to shove us in our place; An' mother 'eld the lot, right from the Ace.

She told us 'ow 'e said 'e'd writ before, An' 'ow the letters must 'ave gone astray; An' 'ow the stern ole father still was sore, But looked like 'e'd be soft'nin', day by day; 'Ow pride in Jim peeps out be'ind 'is frown, An' 'ow the ole fool 'opes to 'ide it down.

"I knoo," she sez. "I never doubted Jim. But wot could any mother say or do When pryin' folks asked wot become uv 'im, But drop 'er eyes an' say she never knoo. Now I can lift me 'ead to that sly glance, An' say, 'Jim's fightin', with the rest, in France.' "

An' when she's gone, us four we don't require No gossipin' to keep us in imploy. Ole Poole sits starin' 'ard into the fire. I guessed that 'e was thinkin' uv 'is boy, 'Oo's been right in it from the very start; An' Poole was thinkin' uv a father's part.

An' then 'e speaks: "This war 'as turned us 'ard. Suppose, four year ago, yeh said to me That I'd sit 'eedless, starin' at a card While that ole mother told—Good Lord!" sez 'e