While the shirts were being made she stayed quietly at home with the little boy, who in his waking moments would stand gravely and quietly by her knee, now and then putting up a small hot hand to stroke her cheeks, exclaiming as he did so in his broken English, "Pitty yed face, pitty yed face."  Then adding, as he raised his heavenly blue eyes to hers, "'Oy 'oves 'oo vevy much."