"
"And, of course, you told him the same old thing about his doing a great
deal more for his country here than he could do on the other side--" began
Mollie.
"Well, what else was there to say?" Amy replied, a little sharply. "Of
course, it didn't make him feel any better, and I knew in my heart that it
wouldn't, but anything's better than just staying quiet and acting
foolish."
"And natural," murmured Grace.
"Anyway, he seemed to understand that I was really sorry for him," Amy
continued, not noticing the interruption. "He said he was sorry he'd
bothered me with his grouchiness, that he wouldn't have felt so bad about
it if it hadn't been for all the boys going away, and he supposed he'd
even get used to that after a while if he tried hard enough.
"Just the same, he did look mighty grim as he turned away," she finished,
with a little smile at the memory, "and he said something about not being
surprised if he got mad at the last minute and hitched on the rear
platform, anyway."
"It's wonderful how eager they all are," said Betty, her eyes shining and
a little catch in her voice. "I suppose there are slackers, lots of them,
but so far I haven't met a boy who wasn't desperate at being given a 'safe
berth' away from the firing line and danger.
"It never seems to enter their minds to be thankful that they don't have
to run the risk of having their arms and legs shot off, or perhaps being
blinded for life.
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