Somebody ought to
look after him a bit." He was patiently untangling himself from
Elinor's rope. "You know there are two kinds of people in the
world: those who look after themselves and those who look after
others. That's your father - the last."
Graham's face clouded. How true that was! He knew now, as he had
not known before. He was thinking clearly those days. Hard work
and nothing to drink had clarified his mind, and he saw things at
home as they really were. Clayton's infinite patience, his strength
and his gentleness. But he only said:
"He has had a hard year." He raised his eyes and looked at the
chaplain. "I didn't help him any, you know, sir."
"Well, well, that's all over now. We've just one thing to think of,
and that's to beat those German devils back to Berlin. And then
burn Berlin," he added, militantly.
The last Graham saw of him, he was dragging Elinor down the road,
and a faint throaty humming came back, which sounded suspiciously
like "Where do we go from here, boys? Where do we go from here?"
Candidate Spencer took great pains with his toilet that afternoon.
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