Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/329

ON DAVE'S BED At last he says:

"Now, good-by, and off to bed with you. The war's over. I'll see you both back here in a week. Unless you get a telegram to-morrow to stay at home."

But, when we want to say good-by Dave refuses and says:

"In the morning—in the morning! Don't forget! In the morning. It's night now. Remember the morning! And, daddy, you tell Jonthy about the sunbeam!—In the morning."

So, laughing, he pushes us out of the door. Just as it closed on us I thought I heard that agony of Dave's as I had heard it down-stairs.

And Jon must have heard it, too—or thought so. For he turns and grabs the knob to go in again. But just then the key turns and we hears Dave laugh.

"Now, go along, will you?"

And we did—Jon saying:

"It's hard on Dave—for us to go. Harder than on us."