Page 13 - Among the camps, or, Young people's stories of the war

"O ld Bob:”) 11 An axe wa^ just the thiiigf I wanted, mamma,"

said he, shouldering his new possession proudly,
Mrs. Stafford's face lit up again.

“ And a hatchet was wliat I wanted,1’ admitted R a n ;
now [ can make my own hare-traps.”
" A n 1 1 like a broked knife,*' asserted Charlie stoutly, fall­
ing valiantly into the general movement, whilst Evelyn pushed

her long hair out of her eyes, and hugged her baby, declar­
ing:
" I love my dolly, anti [ love Santa Tlaus, art' I love my
papa,” at which her mother took the little midget to her

bosom, doll and all, and hid her face in her tangled curls.