Dear Enemy

He marched off, a hero of romance, followed by the wistful eyes of twenty-five adventurous lads, who turned back with a sigh to the safely monotonous life of the J. She has big, gentle, brown eyes, like a cow's, and motherly manners (she is just nineteen), and the babies love her. Of course the normal thing to wish for any sweet little girl is that two kind foster parents will come along to take the place of the real parents that Fate has robbed her of. The farmer's cottage will finally be ready for occupancy next week.