Frances Trego Montgomery

Frances Trego Montgomery

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Portrait of Frances Trego Montgomery Frances Trego Montgomery Billy Whiskers in France

I will go ahead to the outskirts of the next town. There I will wait for Stubby, Button, Duke and yourself, if you still feel like risking your life with us, and taking all the hardships that come along without a whimper or complaint. For it is our motto never to complain or cry over spilt milk. What is done is past and gone; why spoil the present and becloud the future by dwelling on it?
Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Frances Trego Montgomery Frances Trego Montgomery Billy Whiskers in France

AS Billy Whiskers lay in an American camp somewhere over in France, he became very restless and soon had the blues from thinking of his dear Nannie so far away—away over in America, with that deep, deep, wide, blue ocean between them, infested not only with huge sea monsters belonging to the finny tribe, but also with death-dealing, quickly moving submarines and torpedo boats belonging to the German Kaiser.
Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Frances Trego Montgomery Frances Trego Montgomery Billy Whiskers in France

Just on the outskirts of the city they came to an island on which was a good-sized cemetery.
“What a nice place for a cemetery!” exclaimed Stubby.
“There seem to be a good many people buried there from all the monuments I can count,” said Billy.
“You may count the monuments and walk or drive down the broad paved roads and walks but you will never pass one grave where a human being is buried,” said Duke.
“You are joking!” said Button. “What do you mean? That there is no one buried there now and that all the bodies have been removed?
Source: Gutenberg

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