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 sailing along with the hat on her head, while the lady of the bill, with her hair hanging loose and disordered, was shouting across the street.

Tommy's sister in her factory has the battlefield not far away and often knows by very near approach the whole tragedy of war. There is a young woman in one of the great factories whose husband was a gunner in the Royal Field Artillery. Being very fond of her he used to send her a postcard every day. It was not always easy to do so, but he managed it by carrying his cards about with him, and in moments of lull behind the trenches, in the open gaps of shell craters or even resting in the mud of the roads, he would overscore the lines that did not apply, leaving the line saying he was well, and the other saying he would write soon, and then signing "Dick" at the bottom.

Every day the young wife had received her husband's cards, and even when the big push began there had rarely been more