"I think one of us should have
invented a patent stirrer--just in self-defense!"
"Just the same, I'd wager anything," cried Betty, with a thrill in her
voice and the hint of tears behind the brightness of her eyes, "that there
isn't one of us who wouldn't be willing to make biscuits from morning
till night if we only had the boys here to eat them."
"Oh, wouldn't we!" cried Amy hungrily. "I shouldn't care if I turned into
a biscuit!"
They laughed at that, but the laugh was not scornful, for their hearts
were very full and tender.
"Sha'n't we stop here?" Mollie asked, after they had ridden a long, long
way in silence. "It's private enough--"
"Oh, yes, yes," the others interrupted her eagerly, and as Mollie guided
the car over to the side of the road, Betty sprang the news she had been
bursting to tell ever since they started.
"Girls," she cried, and quickly they turned to her, sensing something
unusual in her tone, "I have a surprise for you."
"Yes?" they cried eagerly.
"It's about our Sergeant William Mullins Sanderson," she announced, her
eyes sparkling.
"Yes?" they cried again, and Mollie added impatiently:
"Oh, Betty, don't keep us waiting. What about him?"
"Only," said Betty, speaking very slowly and distinctly, "that he's got
the thing he wanted most in the world--besides his mother. This morning he
received his overseas orders."
"Oh, Betty!" cried Mollie, her eyes big and round.
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