Feuvre, Amy le, -1929 / 2008-11-30 00:00:00


'I did it myself this morning,' he said with pride. 'I asked Uncle Jake
for one of his best handkerchiefs. He gave it to me last night, and I did
it with a pen and ink before breakfast. Can you read it?
Nancy looked at the straggling, uneven black letters that occupied the
whole width across.
'Love?' she said curiously; 'what does that mean?'
'It's my banner of love that I'm going to carry for my Captain. It means
I've got to love even you.'
Nancy's red lips pouted. 'I don't want you to love me,' she said.
'I've got to do it.'
'How are you going to do it?'
'I'm--I'm not quite sure. I'm never going to be angry with you. And it's
very hard--'
Here a deep-drawn sigh broke from him. 'It's _very_ hard, but I've got to
tell you I'm sorry I wouldn't let you cross the bridge first, and I'm
sorry I said I hated you in church.'
Nancy's bright dark eyes peered inquisitively into the dreamy blue ones
opposite her.
'Are you really sorry?' she said.
'I think I am, at least part of me is; my enemy isn't, but I am.'
This was beyond Nancy's comprehension.
'And you'll never get angry, or set those horrid boys at me any more?'
'No, I never will.'
Here a big rosy-cheeked apple was produced hastily out of the other
pocket, and presented as a peace offering.
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