That was certain.
Of course I cried myself to sleep that night.

That was to be expected.
Jerry was the world; and the world was lost.

There was nothing left except, perhaps, a few remnants and pieces, scarcely worth the counting--excepting, of course, Father and Mother.

But one could not always have one's father and mother.

There would come a time when-- Jerry's letter came the next day--by special delivery.