Well, that's the kind of cake we'll have."
Yet while he made a joke of it, he confessed to Jean. "It is harder
than fighting battles. I'd rather face a gun than deny myself the
things that I like to eat and drink."
Bronson was contributing to the Red Cross and buying Liberty Bonds, and
that was brave of Bronson. For Bronson was close, and the hardest
thing that he had to do was to part with his money, or to take less
interest than his rather canny investments had made possible.
And Teddy, the man of his family, came one morning to his mother.
"I've just got to do it," he said in a rather shaky voice.
"Do what, dear?"
"Send my books to the soldiers."
She let him do it, although she knew how it tore his heart. You see,
there were the Jungle Books, which he knew the soldiers would like, and
"Treasure Island," and "The Swiss Family Robinson," and "Huckleberry
Finn." He brought his fairy books, too, and laid them on the altar of
patriotism, and "Toby Tyler," which had been his father's, and "Under
the Lilacs," which he adored because of little brown-faced Ben and his
dog, Sancho.
He was rapturously content when his mother decided that the fairy books
and Toby and brown-faced Ben might still be his companions.
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