Queer, isn't it ?" he broke off, trying to relieve the subject.

"The Kaiser can start a war and kill millions.

That's glory.

But if some poor devil loses his head--" Mary wasn't through yet.
"You say he's dead!" she asked.
"Oh, yes, years ago.

He must have been dead--oh, let me see--about fifteen or twenty years, I guess." "Poor dad!" thought Mary that night.