It is the most dreadful thing to want to do something for people who are unhappy, and not to know what to do.
It was Noel who thought of what we COIULD do at last.
He said, 'I suppose they don't put up tombstones to soldiers when they die in war.

But there--I mean Oswald said, 'Of course not.' Noel said, 'I daresay you'll think it's silly, but I don't care.

Don't you think she'd like it, if we put one up to HIM?
Not in the churchyard, of course, because we shouldn't be let, but in our garden, just where it joins on to the churchyard ?' And we all thought it was a first-rate idea.
This is what we meant to put on the tombstone: 'Here lies BILL SIMPKINS Who died fighting for Queen and Country.' 'A faithful son, A son so dear, A soldier brave Lies buried here.' Then we remembered that poor brave Bill was really buried far away in the Southern hemisphere, if at all.

So we altered it to-- 'A soldier brave We weep for here.' Then we looked out a nice flagstone in the stable-yard, and we got a cold chisel out of the Dentist's toolbox, and began.
But stone-cutting is difficult and dangerous work.
Oswald went at it a bit, but he chipped his thumb, and it bled so he had to chuck it.

Then Dicky tried, and then Denny, but Dicky hammered his finger, and Denny took all day over every stroke, so that by tea-time we had only done the H, and about half the E--and the E was awfully crooked.