If you
didn't we'd be miserable!"
"Indeed we should," added Betty fervently.
Mrs. Sanderson looked from one of the flushed earnest faces to the other,
and her eyes filled slowly with tears.
"I never thought," she said tremulously, "that there were girls like you
in the world."
Several days later Mrs. Watson, their chaperone, and the head of the
Hostess House, called the girls to her for a consultation, and, wondering
what new thing was in store for them, they responded to the call.
The boys had been gone for a week, time enough to get accustomed--a
little--to the feeling of loss that had so oppressed them during the first
few days.
And now there were rumors of new soldiers arriving at the camp and of more
than enough work for the girls at the Hostess House to keep their minds
continually occupied.
And, in fact, it was to discuss that very situation that Mrs. Watson had
called them to her this morning.
"Well, girls," she said when they had seated themselves in characteristic
attitudes about the room, "we've had a little breathing spell now, just
enough time to rest up before the next onslaught."
She paused over the word, smiled, and they smiled back at her.
"Of course that means," Betty interpreted, "that not only the boys but
hundreds of their relatives and friends are coming to be entertained and
housed and amused."
"Exactly," nodded Mrs. Watson. "And, of course, the work that you girls
have done--"
"And you," Betty interjected loyally, but Mrs.
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