"Hallo, Bill! that your sweetheart?" asked Sergeant Hardy, who was busy untying a parcel.
"Ay, sweetheart an' wife too," answered the young soldier, with animation.
"Let me see it, Willie," said Miles, who was also one of the disconsolate non-receivers, disconsolate because he had fully expected a reply to the penitent letter which he had written to his mother.
"First-rate, that's Emmy to a tee. A splendid likeness!" exclaimed Miles, holding the photograph to the light.
"Arrah! then, it's dead he must be!"
The extreme perplexity displayed in Flynn's face as he said this and scratched his head produced a hearty laugh.
"It's no laughin' matter, boys," cried the corporal, looking up with an expression so solemn that his comrades almost believed it to be genuine. "There's my owld uncle M
