It is not a time for grief.

We each of us have just so much power of being sorry and no more, and the well has gone dry.

I am glad you have come.

There are a great many things that one can yet be a little glad for; but you must make haste to lie down, for we shall soon enough be called to the march." The beds shaken down on the floor of the waggon were covered with reclining women.

Some of them squeezed themselves together to make the place Elvira had vacated large enough for two.