When Christmastide came, it was as he said.

He was with his little Christine.
"I can hardly keep from crying whenever I think of him," Lloyd wrote to Betty.

"It was so pitiful, his giving up everything in the world that he cared for, and going off to the hospital to wait there alone for his hour-glass to run out.

Hero seems to miss him, but I think he understands that he belongs to me now.

I can scarcely believe that he is really mine, and that I may take him back to America with me.