"
"And sign my own death warrant?" returned Amy plaintively. "Goodness, you
must think I'm foolisher than I am."
"Impossible," retorted Mollie and once more Amy sighed and folded her
hands resignedly in her lap.
"All right," she threatened, "if we only live through this, I'll change my
will, that's all, and leave everything to Betty and Mrs. Sanderson."
"Goodness, what have I done?" cried Grace in dismay. "Didn't I just offer
you another candy and--and--everything"
"I didn't notice the everything," said Amy.
"Well, you noticed the candy," retorted Grace with spirit, "and it was the
fattest, juiciest one in the box, too."
"Well, give it back, Amy," directed Mollie, and Amy, in the act of
swallowing the fat juicy chocolate, choked on a chuckle.
"Too late," she cried. "It is decapitated."
"I thought I heard its death rattle," sighed Grace, mournfully adding, as
the girls laughed at her: "Oh, I don't know what's the matter with me
this morning. I never felt so foolish before.
"Girls," she said, and suddenly her voice quivered and her eyes filled,
"I've tried so not to think of it, but I can't fight it off much longer.
Will and I have always been such chums, played and worked and
even--quarreled--together--"
"Please don't, Gracie," cried Betty, her face flushing and her eyes
growing dark and wide. "It would be so easy just to g-give way, but we're
in the service, too, you know, and we must be at least as b-brave as the
boys.
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