"
"Well, you don't think you're alone in that, do you?" Grace was beginning
when Betty interrupted with a little hysterical laugh.
"I--I don't see how it's going to make us feel very much better to quarrel
about it," she said, adding whimsically: "Come ahead you two--kiss and
make up before the boys come. You know they always said it made them
jealous enough to commit murder when we did it in their presence."
They laughed unsteadily, and Mollie threw an affectionate and repentant
arm about the Little Captain's shoulders.
"Betty, dear, you make me ashamed of myself," she said impulsively. "As if
you didn't have enough to worry about yourself without my making you more.
I'm a selfish pig, that's all."
Just then the sound that they had all been unconsciously listening for
struck heavily upon their ears. The regular tramp, tramp of hundreds,
thousands, of marching feet!
"Oh, they're coming, they're coming!" cried Amy, in a sort of suffocated
little moan.
"Well, of course they're coming," retorted Mollie, her nerves jumping with
the effort to speak coolly. "We've been almost expecting that they would,
haven't we?"
"Oh, I know. But it all seemed like a terrible d-dream till now," returned
Amy, looking so like a bewildered child that Betty put a comforting arm
about her and drew her into the little recess beside her.
"It isn't a dream, Amy dear," she said, very steadily. "I don't think we
were ever more fully or terribly awake than we are now.
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