"Good boys, every one of them. God bless them!" she murmured. "Home isn't home without them. But young things must have their holidaying. And I guess from what they tell, they've made good use of theirs. And it isn't everyone does that; some of them just waste it. But this one's held something in it. I don't know just what. But every one of them seems--well, sort o' more manly-like. I'm glad their pa let them go. But home ain't home without boys in it. That's sure." And she turned and went softly down the stairs. End of Project Gutenberg's Three Young Knights, by Annie Hamilton Donnell