I wanted to hear him praise it, that was why I
pretended not to know. He surveyed it with the calm assurance of
his kind, and made reply:--
"That, ah, yes! It is the sign of St. John's hambulance corps, the
haccident flag, don't you know," and he pointed to an ambulance
officer just passing with the cross device on his arm. The Dannebrog
the "haccident flag"! What did I do? What would you have done?
I just fumed and suppressed as well as I could a desire to pitch
that cockney into the crowds below, with his pipe and his miserable
ignorance. But I had to go down to do it.
But there is the hoary tower of the old Domkirke in which I was
baptized and confirmed and married, rising out of the broad fields,
and all the familiar landmarks rushing by, and now the train is
slowing up for the station, and a chorus of voices shout out the
name of the wanderer. There is mother in the throng with the glad
tears streaming down her dear old face, and half the town come out
to see her bring home her boy, every one of them sharing her joy,
to the very letter-carrier who brought her his letters these many
years and has grown fairly to be a member of the family in the doing
of it.
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