Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/379

PEACE my two boys, and that she must love me as much as they both did.

Just in fun—all just in fun!

It's a long time we have waited together. And all the sorrows of the war seem healed except ours. He ought to come. He ought to hurry. He is a brave and generous boy. So he must give Evelyn a chance to say she's sorry. That's all she lives for. Then—I don't know what!

But he mustn't kill her, like he said, when he comes, only put his arms around her and kiss her—kiss her till she's tired of kissing—if there is such a thing. And sing a funny little song—and laugh, and dance a hoe-down—like when they came back from the riding. And he must take her fishing and let her ketch some of the fish. He must forget and forgive. We mustn't be the only ones the war leaves desolate.

Yes, see, she's coming up the yard. She's been to Jonthy's grave. Coming with the sun in her face, and happy!