My Heart's Right There

My Heart's Right There by Florence L. Barclay

The soldier's baby girl, in her blue print frock and white pinafore, firmly fixed into a high chair, sat up at the kitchen table, eagerly awaiting her dinner.

The high chair had seen its best days at the Rectory, where a succession of little feet had been planted upon the footboard, adventurous bodies had been kept in place by the mahogany bar, and small, untiring fingers had screwed and unscrewed the brass nobs.

But when the fi…