Lady Harriet Julia Jephson was an artist and writer, who wrote about her travel experiences in Notes of a Nomad, published in 1918. The Great War hung heavy over her narrative, and she reflected upon her many acquaintances who had been lost in the war. One in particular, caused her to remember a Christmas anecdote:
This cruel war, alas! has robbed each of a gifted son. Keith Anthony Stewart, a singularly brilliant scholar and athlete, a most lovable character and gallant soul, fell leading his platoon at Aubers Ridge on the 9th May, 1915. His noble, dauntless spirit showed itself even as a small child. At one time he had a great idea of the Navy as a future career, which Lord Galloway discouraged. One day Keith was out in a boat in Galloway Bay with his father, and the sea being very rough, poor Keith was desperately sea-sick.
“Aha, my boy,” said his father unsympathetically, “what about the Navy now?”
A small, very white face raised itself from the bottom of the boat, and…