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Evening Star, Issue 16993, 15 March 1919, Page 12

ARMS AND THE CHILD. We were waiting for the train to come in. !So were many other people. The mother and her child were there. The child wore a velvet cloak and a velvet bonnet, a little garish as to color. The mother wore a long black cloak of some cheap fur, and a big wide-brimmed hat extravagantly trimmed. The cH'.d was fieti'ul, and hung round her mother, clutching her dress and whimpering. ■Seeing friendly interest in my wifes face, the mother said: ' That's air raids, that is. Won't leave me a minute." "How old is she?" my wife askod. " Two years old. And every time she hears a door bang she cries aud eays: " They're 'ere, mummy.' " The child began to cry in earnest, stretching her arms up, clamoring to be taken. " Look," said the mother, " there's a puffpuff." The child declined 'to take any interest in puff-puffs. She screamed more, loudly, aud furiously stamped her tiny feet. '' Temper," said my wife a<side to me. More ecreamiug, more stamping. The mother stooped wearily and- lifted the child. There was silence. " Peace," said I. My wife shook her, head.. "I'm afraid," she said. : "it's only an *--mlst)i-<'— A.E.M.. '' * ' O-aily Chronicle.'