Sinopsis

BEFORE the war," she sighs. "Before the war." Then blinks 'er eyes, an' tries to work a smile. "Ole scenes," she sez, "don't look the same no more. Ole ways," she sez, "seems to 'ave changed their style, The pleasures that we 'ad don't seem worth while-- Them simple joys that ed an hour away-- An' troubles, that we used to so revile, 'Ow small they look," she sez. "'Ow small to-day.