Whilst Father Was Fighting

Excerpt: Are you asleep, Jackie? Bob Middleton, closed the door of the attic which served as a bedroom for himself and his little five-year-old brother as he spoke, and stepped softly to the bedside. No, Jackie was not asleep. He had sprung up in bed at the sound of Bob's voice, and now cried chokingly ? Oh, Bobbie, Bobbie! Why, what is the matter, old chap? Bob, inquired. The question was needles...