At
least," he added, straightening up, while in his eyes grew a great
resolve, "not until--that real time comes!
"But what have you girls been doing this morning?" he went on, after a
pause.
The girl gave an amused but sympathetic laugh before she answered. Then
she said:
"Mollie and I have been trying to keep the hearts of three of those
recruits that came in yesterday from breaking outright. Poor boys, they're
awfully young--I believe they fibbed about their ages--and look like
cherubs. None of them has ever been away from home before, and they are
pathetically homesick. But they have told us about their homes and their
mothers and fathers and the little brothers and sisters, and Mollie has
joked with them and--Well, anyway, Allen, I believe we have made them
feel that they are not wholly friendless."
"I'm sure you have, Betty dear."
"Poor boys," went on Betty. "I presume it will get easier as they get used
to it."
"Grace has been writing letters for some of the boys who find it hard to
do that. Grace is awfully good at that. And Amy, I believe, has been
showing some girls who came down to see their brother, about the place and
trying to keep them interested during the long waits between the times
they can see the boy, who, like his sisters, is almost too timid to look
out for himself."
Admiration shone in Allen Washburn's eyes as he looked at the Little
Captain and remarked:
"What lucky people those Y.
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