"Banners, music, processions, addresses, and I don't know what." "That's awful rot!" said Peter.

"Tell them I hate banners and music and addresses, and everything of the kind." "No, no, my dear boy," said the canon, in rather distressed tones.
"Don't say that, Peter, pray.

You must think of _their_ feelings, you know.

There's hardly one of them who hasn't sent somebody to the war; son or brother or sweetheart.

And all that's left for--for those who stay behind--not always the least hard thing to do for a patriot, Peter--is to honour, as far as they can, each one who returns.