We must tend to aour men-folk.

Come!" The _We're Heres_ promptly went through the crowd as a body-guard, and it was a very white and shaken Harvey that they propped up on a bench in an anteroom.
"Favours his ma," was Mrs.Troop's only comment, as the mother bent over her boy.
"How d'you suppose he could ever stand it ?" she cried indignantly to Cheyne, who had said nothing at all.

"It was horrible--horrible! We shouldn't have come.

It's wrong and wicked! It--it isn't right! Why--why couldn't they put these things in the papers, where they belong?
Are you better, darling ?" That made Harvey very properly ashamed.

"Oh, I'm all right, I guess," he said, struggling to his feet, with a broken giggle.