When the night came to Cornwall and that day eventually was over Rosie was lying in her bad pondering. The sight of those wooden crosses at the cemetery again appeared in her mind. The war... The dreadful ruthless war... How much had it taken from people? And to it as if mocking everything a chorus from Mozart's opera started resounding: "Bella vita militar..." Oh yes! The life of soldiers is wonderful and especially for those who lay in the churchyard. How she was glad that it was peace at last and no Bonapartes were going to ruin it. In her mind Rosie began remembering different episodes of those times when she was learning at school.