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If you'll just do that much, then well, then Bruce hasn't lived and died for nothing! "Brucie, old boy," bending to lift the tawny body and lower it into the grave, "it's good-by. It's good-by to the cleanest, whitest pal that a poor dub of a doughboy ever had. Mahan glowered across at the clump of silent men. "If anybody thinks I'm crying," he continued thickly, "he's a liar. I got a cold, and "
It was enough for us to know WE was on GOD'S side and fighting His great fight for Him. We had patriotism and religion and Right, behind us, to give us strength. "Brucie hadn't a one of those things. He didn't know what he was here for and why he'd been pitched out of his nice home, into all this. He didn't have a chance to say Yes or No.
"Heaven forbid!" "That's the right idea. We'll have some fine little parties together. You and A. Baird will give us a hand and get us out in the evenings. We need it, God knows, we've been getting old." Deborah threw him a glance of affection. "Why, Brucie," she said, in admiring tones, "I knew you had it in you." "So has Edith," he sturdily declared. "She only needs a little shove.
"But, Mother, surely he didn't expect to marry Betty Forsythe?" "I don't know why not, Mark. She's a sweet little thing." "But, Mother " Margaret was a little at a loss. "We don't seem old enough to really be getting married!" she said, a little lamely. "Brucie came in about half-past five, and said he was going over to Richie's," Mrs. "In all this rain that long walk!"
And sugar is bad for all forty-two of 'em. Maybe you didn't know that, Monsoo Vivier? Likely, at this rate, we'll have to chip in before long and buy poor Brucie a double set of false teeth. Just because you've put his real ones out of business with lumps of sugar!" Vivier looked genuinely concerned at this grim forecast.
She lifted Rebecca's starched petticoat from the bed to give Mother a seat, when Mother came rather wearily in to watch them. "Sweet girl to take them, Mark," said Mother, appreciatively. "I was going to ask Brucie. But he's gone to bed, poor fellow; he's worn out to-night."
And Brucie, if I had kicked you, well I'd be praying at this minute that the good Lord would grow a third leg on me, so that I could kick myself all the way from here to Berlin!"
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