A Woman's War, Warwick Deeping [have you read this book .TXT] 📗

children following in its wake. Betty Steel turned from

the window with a laugh.

“It reminds one of a political demonstration.”

Madge Ellison had picked up the letter that the wife

had left forgotten on the floor.

“Shall I shut the window, Betty?”

“No, it amuses me; cela va sans dire.”

The men at the ropes had trundled the carriage down

Lombard Street, and brought to before the great house

opposite the cypress-trees in Porteus Carmagee’s garden.

They were very hot and very happy, these Roxton workers, with Mr. William Bains, a stentorian choragus to

the crew. A child threw a bunch of flowers into Catherine’s lap.

“Hooray! three cheers for the doctor!”

“Hooray! hooray! hooray!”

THE END