' He chuckles, 'I expect he has become a
ghost!' With sudden consideration, 'Best not tell his mother that.'
Mr. Don rises, wincing, and Dick also is at once on his feet, full of
compunction.
'Was that shabby of me? Sorry, father. We are all pretty young, you
know, and we can't help having our fun still.'
'I'm glad you still have your fun,' the father says, once more putting
his hands on Dick's shoulders. 'Let me look at you again, Dick. There is
such a serenity about you now.'
'Serenity, that's the word! None of us could remember what the word was.
It's a ripping good thing to have. I should be awfully bucked if you
would have it, too.'
'I'll try.'
'I say, how my tongue runs on! But, after all, it was my show. Now, you
tell me some things.'
'What about, Dick? The war?'
'No,' almost in a shout. 'We have a fine for speaking about the war. And
you know, those fellows we were fighting--I forget who they were?'
'The Germans.'
'Oh yes. Some of them were on the same side of the veil with us, and
they were rather decent; so we chummed up in the end and Ockley took us
all away together.
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