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glory of his love for me, would bind us anew when," Of all the Queens that ever lived, I choose you, to rule me, my Rose Marie-e-e-e-;" and we would find that Thelma had snuck away, to weep a little weep, "because," (when caught once,) "because we were so happy, in spite of both being.... in our condition!" My, the fun we had with that trite phrase! Sam decided he was well one day, andin spite of my assertions to the contrary, he dressed, went down to the living room, wherehe suddenly turned greyish, and had to sit down. He agreed to let me phone for Herb to come for him, if he must go to the factory. Herb arrived, took one look at Sam and made him go back to bed, for Sam too, knew he was not yet well. 
Cold weather had necessitated a field, with some shelter on it, for setting up the ships, at least for installing the motors. The only available place was a field and barn between the Miami river and the cemetery. On the opposite side of the river was the private hospital where I had had my operation. But suggestive as the picture was, of calamity, we just admitted its convenience, at the same time, decided it was all, in toto, for other people; except for the coming baby, but that was a natural thing. But, Buddies neck was getting no better, so it was thought that a drain should be put in the lymph glands. Buddie took the news sadly, then remembered he could hear the Wacos, flying over, and even see one from his window, then could go home that night. He climbed on the operating table without a whimper, while I held his hand. Just as one doctor wasready to make the incision, the anesthetic mask slipped and Buddie's eyes fluttered. I insisted Buddie was wakening, and then Buddie opened his eyes, and sat up, glad it was all over. We had to tell him, it wasn't even begun, and he quieted his tears, "for me and the baby", if he could take one look at the Waco that had just gone in for a landing. We let him watch it taxi to a stop, then he laid down and took the gas and ether. Waco, his father's spirit interwoven into the airplane, seemed to reachout to his son, and