Chapter 23 THE CHAPLAIN SPEAKS HIS MIND

WHEN it was over; when the spirit-gladly, one must think, with never a backward glance-left the broken shell on the pillow and went its way, there came to Old Man Blossom his hour of dignity and importance. This shell, after all, was what had borne his name, spoken with his voice, thought such thoughts as were his. Washed and combed, dressed in cle