Irene told me," answered Rilla chokingly.
"We didn't want you to know till the evening was over.

I knew when you came out for the drill that you had heard.

Little sister, I had to do it.

I couldn't live any longer on such terms with myself as I have been since the Lusitania was sunk.

When I pictured those dead women and children floating about in that pitiless, ice-cold water--well, at first I just felt a sort of nausea with life.