I watched him from the window, and my heart went with him.

Presently father went and sat beside mother's chair, and stroking her hand, whispered softly: "Please don't worry, little mother.

It will be all right.

Your boy will come home happy." "I hope so," she answered, "but I can't help feeling dreadfully nervous.

If things go wrong with Laddie, it will spoil the day." "I have much faith in the Princess' good common sense," replied father, "and considering what it means to Laddie, it would hurt me sore to lose it." Mother sat still, but her lips moved so that I knew she was making soft little whispered prayers for her best loved son.