"
It was a suggestion which appealed to the young clergyman as he lay
awake that night, thinking how he should tell the boy in the morning. It
seemed to him somehow that it would take the edge off the thing if he
could meet David in the old uniform which the child was always begging
to see.
Just before he fell asleep he thought of his Memorial Day address. Since
the morning, day before yesterday, when David's play had interrupted his
first futile efforts at it, he had found no time to work on it. He had
had a wedding and two funerals to attend, besides having to look after
the preparation for his Sunday services. The following Saturday would be
Memorial Day. Meanwhile--there was David.
The next morning Mrs. Thorndyke, on her way to Arthur's study to tell
him that the doctor had telephoned that he would bring the English
surgeon to the house at eleven o'clock for the preliminary examination,
ran into a tall figure in a khaki uniform, a battered slouch hat in his
hand.
"Why, Arthur!" she cried, then added quickly: "Oh, my dear, that's just
what will please him! I'm so glad it's you who are to tell him--you'll
know how.
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