Not even that day
when we heard of the sinking of the _Lusitania_, did we realize just what
this war was going to mean to us. It's only by some sacrifice--some
personal sacrifice--" but the brave voice broke and died into silence
while she listened with almost straining intensity to that regular beat of
marching feet, coming nearer, ever nearer--
And in the distance came the long, warning whistle of the train--the train
that was going to take them away!
"Oh, keep still," cried Mollie, turning with sudden, unreasoning fury
toward the oncoming locomotive with the smudge of smoke in its wake, her
hands clenched passionately and her black eyes smoldering. "We know you're
coming for them--Roy and Allen and Will and Frank and--and--all the
others. But that's no reason why you have to rub it in, is it?"
At any other time, the rather unreasoning attack upon the train would have
seemed funny to the girls, and even in their trouble a faint gleam of
humor came to them, but no one laughed, no one even smiled.
"I--I wonder," said Grace, nervously patting a stray lock of hair into
place beneath the smart little hat which, under the spell of excitement,
had gotten slightly awry, "if we'll be able to pick our boys out from all
that crowd. Oh, girls," taking a quick little survey over the top of her
own particular packing case, "they're almost here! Swarms, just swarms of
them!"
"Goodness, that sounds like locusts--or mosquitoes," cried Betty
hysterically, scarcely knowing what she was saying.
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